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I posted 79 times in 2022

That's 37 more posts than 2021!

73 posts created (92%)

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#gameplay - 54 posts

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#preggo pirate - 8 posts

#ts4-ts3 conversions - 6 posts

#testing cc - 6 posts

#mod testing - 5 posts

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#they were easier to make certain two sims remained friends and not venture into the romance zone until i was ready for them to be

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17 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

*working process* I decided to make a fully revamped version of my original ideas for TS3, especially since so many new programs and whatnot are coming out to enhance the game itself. Amazing creators, programmers, and those who write tutorials help make this possible, and for TS3 to keep going. They are to be thanked profusely! I'm definitely not a programmer, but learning from the tutorials, I'm learning to make tattoos, makeup, and hopefully convert some poses from TS4. ...that is, if all goes well on my end. Trial and error, people---trial and error. I've tried researching a lot of these between different Sims wikis and stuff--but I know not everything is super detailed. :/ Alright, let's get into it. These are personally things I would like to see in my game, mind you. We'll start with the most obvious one. * * * X - TS3 Conversions (( EA preferably; TS1/TS2/TS4/TSM/TSM:P&N/Stories/Castaway/Freeplay/etc. )): ~ Build/buy/CAW (( in-depth TS4 document here -- still working on the others )) ~ CAS (( in-depth TS4 document here -- still working on the others )) ~ Animations ~ Mods/game enhancements/activities/skills/hobbies/new interactions: ~ A mod that changes a "family relation" to another (( ie; cousin, grandparent, uncle, etc. )) in-game. I'm not sure what you call this, but nothing exists for it. I have a pair of (( created )) Sims who are siblings in the game, but they are meant to be cousins. I don't really want to go about and go the freaking long way around for make a pair of sisters who get have kids who are cousins and then kill off said mothers, just to make them cousins, you know? I'd have to do that to ALL my character Sims. >__> I'd like to to go and click NRAAS, select "change family relation", and click on cousin, or whatever other option I want to choose for that particular Sim. Does that make sense? ~ Plopsy App (( to sell items on )) ~ Simstagram (( on phone )) ~ Dating app (( on phone )) ~ Pay bills by phone ~ More activities on computers (( based on TS2/TS4, but other fun stuff as well! )) ~ Pen-pals (( like in TS4 )) with postcards from other worlds ~ TS2 & TS4 TV channels added to the TV (( all videos files under new TV station names )), plus Movies On Demand (( would be amazing for movie night, PLUS a drive-in theatre/movie theatre! )) ~ Better yoga (( with TS4 animations, and maybe some of the TS2 yoga animations--I always loved with they went up on one finger when they peaked the skill )) with children and teens added ~ More outdoor activities, such as: skiing, hiking, jogging, log rolling, ax-throwing, rock-climbing, snowboarding ~ Crank/prank calling for YA/A and older--maybe with certain traits? I feel like childish or inappropriate Sims would do that. Also, maybe with the TS1/TS2 cards, because those were pretty fun. ~ To go with the above; pranks for YA and older Sims, perhaps also based on certain traits (( also basing both cranks/pranks on TS1/TS2/TS4 )). Exactly WHY did older Sims not get a chance to pull pranks? I don't get that. ~ Usable/workable holiday cracker, Lin-Z, space heater, punching bag, roombas, hammock, ear buds ~ Writing in a journal (( based on Sims 2 & Sims 4 )) ~ Programming ~ New skills/activities/craftable/whatever this would be categorized (( based on TS2/TS4/TSM )): cross-stitching, candle making, fabricator, juice fizzing, herbalism, woodworking, invention constructor, flower arranging, blacksmithing, mining, brewing (( I have pirates that would LOVE this )), vacuuming, sword-fighting/dueling ~ A more moveable broom, based on TS4 brooms (( I saw this in a group I'm on on FB--they thought maybe the jetpack would help if said broom was modded )) ~ Hospital/personal Sim: breastfeeding, teens can get acne/zits like in TS2 & use cream for it, more diseases/illnesses (( based on TS2/TS4/TSM )), menstrual for female teen-adult Sims (( I thought there WAS one, but perhaps more improved? )), revamped hospital mod ~ More added places to Woohoo + Teens can "mess around" (( because I like that it sounds better; based on TS2/TS4, locations/objects

included )) ~ Beach/pool stuff: more pool interactions (( like playing Marco Polo! Based on TS2/TS4 )), EVERYONE can build a sandcastle (( whyyyyyyy do kids only get to build stuff? XP )), more sand-related gameplay (( based on TS2/TS4; come on, don't you think my pirates would like to search for buried treasure? XD )) ~ Lutes/Playing Lute (( with TSM music )) ~ Closets ~ TSM denominations (( Peteran & Jacoban )) ~ Turn-ons/Turn-Offs (( based between TS2 and TS4; I miss this )) ~ Hobbies and interests ~ Sims 2 Style Jealousy (( there was a mod made, but it's lost/link gone )) ~ Spa features: facial masks, manicures/pedicures (( something similar to using a tattoo station? )) ~ Pets have jobs (( based on TS2 )) ~ TS4 Style Canning mod ~ A recipe book like how TS4 modders do their custom food (( is that possible? )) ~ New interactions/pie menu options: new dances, a better improved added romance of this mod, more conversation/romance/social/pregnancy options based on TS1/TS2/TS4/TSM and also this mod (( which would go lovely with medieval gameplay--and also my pirates, although they are more modern, lol )), more baby-teen only menu options, more supernatural only menu options ~ Sims wear/change into a towel after showering ~ TS4 collectibles as TS3 collectibles/new found treasures ~ Kids have crushes + one-sided crushes on teen+ Sims ~ Lightsabres ~ Setting a table ~ Toasting Food/Food related: ~ My in-depth document here (( basically EA food/drinks to TS3 as decor or edible for fridge, recipes, cooking/baking, vending machines, food stalls, more plants/vegetation, new herbs, and so forth, similar to this mod )) Careers (( based on Sims 2 and Sims 4 only )) : ~ Archaeology (( I was unsure where to put this one exactly, so career it is! For now. )) ~ Veterinarian ~ Critic/Food Critic ~ Astronaut ~ Law ~ Social Media ~ Jobs for teens only: babysitter, fast food employee, barista ~ Adventurer ~ Oceanography ~ Engineer ~ Entertainer/Comedian ~ Secret Agent NPCs: ~ Bigfoot ~ Santa Claus/Father Winter ~ Sea Monster ~ Social Bunny ~ Mascots: Yamachan, Flower Bunny, the cow from TS2: University, Darby the Dragon, Lobster Larry ~ Caterer ~ Food delivery service ~ Grocery delivery service Animals/pets/creatures (( note: can be functional like the sheep, or just statues, but would prefer the llamas to at least be functional )) : ~ Llamas (( with/without clothing )) ~ Cows (( with/without clothing )) ~ Chickens (( with/without clothing )) ~ Foxes (( with/without clothing )) ~ Bunnies (( with/without clothing )) ~ Growable Cowplant with life states ~ Skunks ~ Penguin ~ Bubalus, Hamster ~ Dust Bunnies Playable Games: ~ Majong ~ Don't Wake The Llama ~ Voidcritter Battle Station ~ Checkers ~ MYSHUNO ~ Kicky Bag ~ Sabacc Vacation Worlds (( small-medium sized/travel-based; they do not have to be huge at all, obviously, as they are meant for vacationing )): ~ Strangerville ~ Sulani ~ Batuu (( not even going to be sorry for this one )) ~ Sixam ~ The Magic Realm ~ Mt.Komorebi ~ Selvadorada ~ Granite Falls ~ Henford-on-Bagley ~ Takemizu Village ~ Twikkii Island ~ Three Lakes (( a better version; the one I've downloaded won't let you add anything to it. *sigh* Otherwise, it's a pretty good world! )) ~ TSM (( or a likeness of )) based world; I'm not sure what it's actually called in the game Lots: ~ Magic Town ~ The Lava Pools ~ Vet Clinic ~ Ancient Ruins ~ Forgotten Grotto ~ Sylvan Glade ~ Plumbob Pictures (( I could see this being all the different sets in one as well )) ~ Jacoban Church and Peteran Monastery (( although, if a TSM world were built, then scratch these )) Other: ~ Bulge slider ~ Topical details overhaul: utilizing the section for more stickable details; eye lights, scars, zits/acne, birthmarks, lip moles, lip corners, freckles, cleavage, etc. (( I'm going to ATTEMPT to do this. )) ~ More tattoo options: more body-wise tattoos; birthmarks, alien markings, cleavage, etc. (( I'm trying to attempt this as well. Might be easier than the topical details--or utilize some of the topical details FOR facial

tattoos as

well. We'll see! Baby

steps, lol. )) ~ New moodlets based on TS4 (( based on the aforementioned new interactions, activities, hobbies, etc. )) ~ New traits: Whale Ate My Parents, Drunkard, Call of the Sea, Dread Pirate, Licentious, Chivalrous, Foodie, Gloomy, Lactose intolerant, Materialistic, Squeamish, Twisted Heart, Understand Baby, Picky Eater ~ TS2/TS4/TSM converted special effects/sounds, as another type of fog emitter? ~ Does anyone make lighting mods anymore? Those were fun! ~ Enayla's skintone converted to TS3 (( her skintones were the BEST in TS2; so fanciful! Someone did manage to convert one, but now it's lost to cyberspace. *sigh* )) ~ MM or semi-realistic male underwear. Why do male Sims have, like, no fun undies? They also lack in sleepwear and swimwear, too. Sorry, but I prefer my males to not look like as if they rolled out of bed. ~ New/other hair appearances; Bride of Frankenstein (( one/two streak[s] on the side of hair )), twisted colours, bangs only option * * * Again, these are things I'd like personally for my game, and I will probably add to this in the future. I do seemingly cater to my pirates quite a bit, too. xD Having said this, I do know of people working or experimenting on some stuff mentioned above, or I have requested certain items to be converted--which I deeply appreciate!--and this list isn't meant to take away from their ideas or anything. Sometimes great minds DO think alike, but some are better at getting it done than others. XD For the majority of my list however, IS based off the Sims franchises.

20 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

Even more MOAR Radio Stations!

Hello, hello, hello! Thanks to the AWESOME @twinsimming, who kindly gave me some of my requested music so I can update my Radio Stations, I bring you UPDATED RADIO STATIONS! *cheers* *crickets* Um... anyway, let's get into it! XD Stations added to--- Retro: Mark Mothersbaugh and Hyper ~ Sim Time Sim Place (Hyper Remix) Marc Russo ~ Funky Sim New Age: Mallet Maven ~ Liquid Transience Immortality ~ The Tenth Sub Level of Revival World: Min He ~ Ceremony Min He ~ Red Candle Varinasi ~ Dahisar Goa Goa ~ Mumbai Miraj And a BRAND NEW STATION........... Carnaval Beats: Pabllo Vittar ~ Buzina Sixam Drum Core (Jerry Martin) ~ Carnaval Beats Silva & RDD ~ Te Vi Na Rua Thiago França ~ Ladeira Véia Thiago França ~ Frevo de Segunda Credits: The Broadcaster -- for this wouldn't be possible without this mod (( I have dreamt SO long for something like this to be possible )) Mypantsfelldown -- for some of the music extracted for me (( I think I forgot to credit them before in my last upload! SO SORRY! x_x; They were kind enough to extract music and I FAILED them. *sobs* Seriously though, they have great content and are super nice, so go download their stuff, too! )) @twinsimming -- for extracting music for me as well! You are SUPER helpful and extremely nice for doing this for me. :) And don't forget to look at the original page for Sims 1 / 2 / 4 / TSM radio stations if you want others! :D Still looking for these songs if anyone is willing to help me update the rest. ^^; Alice Longyu Gao ~ DTM [ alternative ] (( patch )) Life in Sweatpants ~ Good 2 Yourself [ alternative ] (( My Wedding Stories )) Maiya Sykes ~ At Last [ Romance ] (( patch )) Alies Sluiter ~ Happy Traveller [ World ] (( patch )) Jody Jenkins ~ Grand Souks [ World ] (( patch )) Paul Mottram ~ Freygish Dance [ World ] (( patch )) BENEE ~ Kool [ alternative ] (( Werewolves )) Parquet Courts ~ Walking At A Downtown Pace [ alternative ] (( Werewolves )) Electric Jalaba ~ Briando [ electronica ] (( Werewolves )) Blue Blood ~ Vwamplo [ spooky ] (( Werewolves )) Jagwar Twin ~ Happy Face [ spooky ] (( Werewolves )) Jazz Alonso ~ Praying Mantis [ spooky ] (( Werewolves )) I would totally appreciate the help! :)

43 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

TS4 - TS3 Snowy Escape Manhole Covers Yes, you heard right, I converted something to actually share. *le gasp* I had the free trial of the Snowy Escape pack and surprisingly the objects are still listed in my game as I still have them. I haven't played or updated my game since, because I'm afraid of losing them, lol. I really wanted to try to convert as much as possible, but my skillz are limited with what I have. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this small piece of CC. I THINK it's enabled to CAW, but totally unsure. I would have checked myself, but I can't get into my game currently (( again. Now the bypass launcher won't work, but I might have to restart my computer to get it to work )) and I have sooo many things to test out. Credit: EA for the mesh | @phoebejaysims for testing out the CC & for the picture; credit totally goes to her for all of that! ~* Download *~

44 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Even MOAR Radio Stations!

Hello everyone! Taking a small break from attempting to convert Sims 4 tattoos and makeup to Sims 3 (( a huge shoutout to @murfeelee for helping me in this! )) to bring you some fun content. So, as a late New Years and early Valentine's Day gift, I've decided that I'm going to upload the rest of my radio stations and let you guys go crazy with it. XD And, because, why not? You can use these for any occasion your Sims need. Parties? Check. Medieval? Check. Spa and meditation? Check and check. Holidays/vacations/locations? Check/check/check. Cottage living? Check. Basically... whatever. Again, these were made for my personal use, so I chose the music *I* personally liked (( listed below )) from TS1, TS2, TS4, and TSM, and were made with, of course, The Broadcaster--which is seriously my favourite program ever. Without it, these stations would have never been possible. Alright, let's get into it. * * * * Baroque Station: Patrick Hawes ~ Aristocrat Tobin Meegan and Gallant ~ Baroque Elegance Julian Gallant ~ In the Parlour Bouwe Dykstra ~ Minuet Batuu Station: John T. Williams ~ Star Wars Main Theme John T. Williams ~ Kylo Ren Arrives at the Battle John T. Williams ~ Rey's Theme Harlan Hodges ~ Marketplace John T. Williams ~ Who Are You? Guy Mayzig ~ Galma Randy Kerber ~ Marketplace Hora Beckerman Green and Douek ~ Ti Lo Laka Randy Kerber ~ Mischevious John T. Williams ~ March Of The Resistance Kevin Kliner ~ Victory On Ryloth John T. Williams ~ Finale Cottagecore Station: Beabadoobee ~ Last Day On Earth Chloe Kat ~ Zooboe Bryyboe Japanese Breakfast ~ Be Sweet Vagabon ~ In A Bind (Batry Powr remix) DJ R-3X Stereo Station: Adam Gubman and Matthew Wood ~ Blue Milke Surprise Chaka Mater Laka ~ Batuu Boogie Elem Zadowz ~ Huttuk Cheeka Figrin D an and the Modal Nodes ~ Modal Notes Mus Kat and Nalpak ~ Doshka Tamir Muskat And Ori Kaplan ~ Til the Spire Easy Listening Station: Haydn ~ Flute Quartet In A Major Brahms ~ Hungarian Dance No. 7 Mozart ~ Quintet In A Major Haydn ~ Serenade No. 5 Schubert ~ Standchen Haydn ~ String Quartet Op. 1 No. 2 Steve Jablonsky ~ Tracking Home Steve Jablonsky ~ Forest Escape Steve Jablonsky ~ Uncovering Ground Steve Jablonsky ~ Wonder-Landing Tim Garland ~ The Architects Eye DT Jm me ~ 16th Precinct O'Brien ~ Elevator Ilan Eshkeri ~ Argument for Violin and Cello Ilan Eshkeri ~ Caprice 3 Ilan Eshkeri ~ Passacaglia for Viola and Cello Ilan Eshkeri ~ Piano Nocturne Marc Russo ~ Now Entering Paul Mottram ~ Belle Vie Tim Devine ~ Impressions of Twilight Paul Mottram ~ Livewire David Kelly ~ Solace Tobin Meegan ~ Unhinged Focus Station: Breakfast for Dinner ~ Phonometrics Drew Boles ~ Slow Run Stuart and Milvia ~ Grape Jelly Briana Billups ~ Black Keys Gustave ~ Bird in a Bee House Unicorn Hunter ~ After Hours Housemix Station: Annie ~ Heartbeat Christian Forss ~ Hubny Harb The Faders ~ Jump Japanese Folk Station: Ilan Eshkeri, Steve McLaughlin ~ Gyokuro Ilan Eshkeri, Steve McLaughlin ~ Hojicha Ilan Eshkeri, Steve McLaughlin ~ Shincha Steve McLaughlin, Ilan Eshkeri ~ Bancha Steve McLaughlin, Ilan Eshkeri ~ Kukicha EA ~ Snowy Escape Main Theme (calm) Jazz Station: Tim Garland ~ Candle And Firelight Paul Mottram ~ Cast Your Cares Away Tobin and Meegan ~ When Dreams Come True Darren Johnston ~ Dorm Beat Darren Johnston ~ Good Evening Bella Darren Johnston ~ Down in Town Darren Johnston ~ Mortimer's Touch Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Simply Bop Latino Station: Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Cherry Cha Cha [ hands down the BEST song in all of the Sims history! XD ] Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Heat Of The Heart El Impactante ~ Creekazon Rebeca Mauleón ~ Salsa of the SimKing Rebeca Mauleón ~ Fire of the Newbie Lluvia y Sol ~ Fwaybo Los Amantes ~ Cloz Pomorez Kirk Casey ~ Dance The Dawn Tito Puente ~ Machito Forever (Cut Chemist Remix) Lullubies Station: Terry Devine King ~ Storybrook Terry Devine King ~ Fairydust Alexander L'Estrange ~ Hush Little Baby David O'Brien ~ London Bridge Is Falling Down Alexander L'Estrange ~ Twinkle Twinkle Paul Mottram ~ Lullaby Brahms New Age Station: The Dawn of Dar ~

Stardust Temple The Unicorn Hunter ~ Into The Crystal The Dawn of Dar ~ Moonbeam Beach The Unicorn Hunter ~ Tears Of The Dolphin Dream Crystal Paws ~ Temporal Tonic Jerry Martin ~ Tender Portions New Wave Station: Kajagoogoo ~ Too Shy Shy Depeche Mode ~ Suffer Well The Epoxies ~ Synthesized Bring The Kids Out ~ It Wouldn't be so bad Bring The Kids Out ~ Touch And Go Howard Jones ~ Things Can Only Get Better EA ~ Sims 2 New Wave Theme NuDisco Station: Marc Russo ~ Funky Sim Cape Lion ~ Mainland J Martin ~ Oogie Fever Panama ~ We Have Love Retro Station: Marc Russo ~ Simbuy Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Comansnala Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Simstation Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Ishneticht Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Muenwana Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Hey Baby Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Onta Da Lupa Alt Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Midnight Serenade Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Neo Swing Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Wa Wa Wa Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Old New York Jerry Martin ~ Mall Rat Sims AM Station [ as a news station ] : EA ~ Action EA ~ Animal Show EA ~ Horror EA ~ The News EA ~ Romance EA ~ Entertainment EA ~ Sports EA ~ Cartoons EA ~ Passionate Kiss (3) SPOP Station: Shuhei Kita ~ Kinzakura no Chigiri ZAQ ~ Philosophy of Dear World Kenichi Suzumura ~ SHIPS Sayaka Sasaki ~ WASTELANDERS CHAI ~ keep on rocking Nanawoakari ~ Kanzen Houki Sengen SASUKE ~ Part 2 Unite Satisfy ~ Ninhursag's Tone YOASOBI ~ Harujion Summer Strut Station: Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Guitar Fiction Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Guitar Tsunami Jerry Martin ~ Sims Vacation Kirk Casey ~ Sims Wipe Out Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Surf Guitar A Gogo Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Surfs Up Ziggy Marley ~ Make Some Music Tom Fox ~ Oceania Jeremy Sherman ~ Hawaii Bounce Frank Mizen ~ On The Island Mark Buys ~ Solomon Beach Party Lincoln Grounds ~ Be Pacific KAI KAIPO ~ KAOLA UBULOO SimsAM ~ Cruel Summer SimsAM ~ Hot In Herre SimsAM ~ Walking on Sunshine SimsAM ~ School's Out SimsAM ~ Steal My Sunshine Unicorn Hunter ~ Boogie Boardin Stasis Tavern Station [ TSM; meant for taverns or medieval gameplay--but you do you! I have pirates. ] : John Debney ~ A Royal Reception John Debney ~ No. 5 John Debney ~ Arise, Watcher John Debney ~ No. 6 John Debney ~ Epic Theme John Debney ~ No. 7 John Debney ~ Festival and Faire John Debney ~ No. 9 John Debney ~ Incantus Magicus John Debney ~ No. 14 John Debney ~ Jacoban Church John Debney ~ No. 16 John Debney ~ Mirthful Steps John Debney ~ No. 17 John Debney ~ Moldheart's Hornpipe John Debney ~ No. 21 John Debney ~ Peteran Church John Debney ~ No. 30 John Debney ~ Quest Theme John Debney ~ No. 40 John Debney ~ The Build Master's Gigue John Debney ~ No. 41 John Debney ~ The Masquerade Ball John Debney ~ The Snoozemeister's Lullaby Toddler Station: Philip Guyler ~ Mitch and Mouse Paul Mottram ~ Humpty Dumpty Paul Mottram ~ This Old Man Elfed Hayes ~ Oranges and Lemons Terry King ~ Bubba Dum Guyler Grounds ~ My Old Barn University Station: Barenaked Ladies ~ Easy Flyleaf ~ Cassie Saving Jane ~ Girl Next Door Georgia ~ About Work The Dancefloor All Time Low ~ Good Times Charlotte Martin ~ Beautiful Life The Pussy Cat Dolls ~ Don't Cha Carly Rae Jepsen ~ Run Away With Me Aly & AJ ~ Chemicals React The Midnight ~ Explorers Tegan And Sara ~ Stop Desire Katy Perry ~ Hot 'N Cold Ludo ~ Love Me Dead MC Llama-lot ~ Feelin' Spline Natasha Bedingfield ~ Pocket Full Of Sunshine Bishop Briggs ~ JEKYLL & HIDE Touchstone ~ Simpatico Lily Allen ~ Smile Hot Chip ~ Hungry Child The Films ~ Black Shoes Francois La Fleur ~ Simtrance Barenaked Ladies ~ What A Let Down The Heydaze ~ Side Effects The Veronicas ~ When It All Falls Apart Good Charlotte ~ Where Would We Be Now? Go Betty Go ~ Very Very Rich Town Barenaked Ladies ~ Wind It Up EA ~ Game Boy Hans of Six Mas ~ Simlify Ekin ~ Fawna Benna Slo LIGHTS ~ Up We Go All Tvvins ~ Thank You Paramore ~ Pressure Zedd ~ Beautiful Now Melasine's Key ~ Zomberribe Necrofortress ~ Forastu Mordoo Trivium ~ Bleed Into Me Bobobath ~ Bobolicious Bobobath ~ Mr. Boboto MC Llama-lot ~ Monday Nite Cabin Fever Taylor Janzen ~ Devotion Mallrat ~ Charlie Kero Kero Bonito ~ The Princess and The

Clock World Station: Gaelic Storm ~ Scalliwag EA ~ Chappa and the Temple Taiko O'Brien Browne ~ Dilruba Paul Mottram ~ Freygish Dance Jody Jenkins ~ Grand Souks Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Guilin Alies Sluiter ~ Happy Traveller Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Hatoyashu Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Hudie HughesKkoshi ~ Spirits Dance Neil Williams ~ In the Wild Dvorkin Pittock ~ Ionika Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Jasmine Flower Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Kaisoku Juich Igor Dvorkin ~ Kalinka Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Kata Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Kyouna Tamashu Angel Lam ~ Life Sketches Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Lotus Petal Bossacucanova ~ Bom Dia Rio Ojos de Brujo ~ Sultanas de Merkaillo * * * * On top of all those, don't forget about my Winter Station & my Harvest and Strange Tune Stations as well! As always--PLEASE let me know if something is wrong. I've had these packages in my own game and they work fine.

228 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

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if ur still doin that ask game 🤝 + my kidsona jack blanc! hes dating dirk, his main interests are rock music + video games. he likes making bracelets, and has made friendship bracelets for all the alpha kids. hes an artist and has a ton of sketchbooks and a scrapbook. hes very passionate about music but is somewhat of a snob abt it (hes not mean abt his snobbery though). hes a derse knight of heart and hes wolftier + raventier, his strife specibus is axekind (its a guitar).

She would suggest & show him some really neat indie games she likes! (She's an indie game enthusiast) but most of them will be either dark or something touching. There is no predicting what will she show you today.

Of course she'll also compliment your works in art! Not very good at giving long compliments on the dot so when her words are something you heard more than once, please know that she's actually really proud to have such a talented friend. This also applies with the music but I think she would be oblivious to the snobbiness though. She's also more of a mixed type in music. Just gets whatever feels good & catchy to her

I think even if Jack turns into raventier + wolftier, she would think he's wayyy more cooler with the new bird & wolf features (& would probably use this as a pranking advantage just out of fun like going CAW CAW or AWOOOOO & Jack instinctively caws or howls back XD). A mischievous soul she is!

She finds the friendship bracelet thing very cute & would want one but knows that it'll just make her wrist itch & fall off due to such small wrists. Along with Dave, they would also tease Dirk about it. & not just about the bracelet, they would tease him to death about his crush on Jack (pre relationship). You know, normal sibling love. UwU

(PLEASE do NOT ask her to be your wingman, she will do it terribly & embarrass you on purpose out from fun. Just ask her to support & ask Dave for wingman help instead)

#rain answers #oh dear was that too long?#sorry Jack

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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do you have any,,,post prison mute dream stuff??? or like, severely quiet, silent and obedient dream shtuff?? and the consequences thereof??? bc im reading your drabbles and i am in literal awe

aww, thank you so much !! yeah selectively mute dream post prison is absolutely a hc i love and write smtimes - it’s already been suggested in canon, and it’s super fun to play w/ in post-canon works. here’s some fluffy syndicate!dream bc gosh knows we need it after the angst that we’ve been getting

tw: implied torture, panic attacks, trauma - all v short mentions. this one’s definitely on the lighter side! :D

“I didn’t know you knew sign.”

Dream startles, arms flying to cover his face, and the crow he had been signing at squawks angrily when it turns towards Phil. He ignores its chatter, smoothing his own flinch behind a smile, lowering his wings, bringing his hands, palms up, in front of him at his waist - this song and dance has become all too familiar in the weeks that Dream’s resided with the Syndicate, and Phil is nothing if not patient.

Slowly, the boy uncurls from where he’d huddled into himself, arms clasped firmly around his ribs like someone will try and take them from him if he doesn’t hold on tight enough (and maybe, Phil thinks, imagining the messy lattice of scars underneath Dream’s loose-fitting hoodie that he has only seen a few times since they brought him over, someone has - but those are thoughts that are better left untouched for as long as he can manage it.) Dream’s eyes raise, flick over his face, his breathing quieting down from the discordant rattle it had been, and tentatively, ever slowly, he raises his good hand in a loose fist, letting it bob up and down. Yes.

Phil settles into the armchair across from him, raising his own hands. His fingers feel clumsy, but the memories come back with more ease than he would’ve expected - I know a little. Dream’s eyes don’t quite brighten, but his shoulders fall down from where they’d been hunched up to his ears, the hand he keeps tucked to his chest trembling slightly less, and it’s as much as a win as he’s ever going to get.

The silence stretches, familiar in its awkwardness, and Phil stifles a grimace as he forces long-forgotten memories to the surface. Dream’s hands, from what little he had seen from the doorway, had practically flown as he spoke to the crow still sitting by his right side - obviously practiced even with the still-healing injuries tracing over both arms. How did you learn?

We- He hesitates, left hand trembling violently, before pushing on, we all learned with- he signs a C, then lifts his hands to his head in a sign that Phil vaguely remembers as being the one for deer. Dream must see the questions written in his expression, because his cheeks flush as he backtracks. C-A-L-L-A-H-A-N, he finger spells, and Phil nods. That makes sense.

Some of the crows in the house must have noticed Phil’s arrival, because they storm into the room from the doorway, awkwardly hopping across the door with their wings waving by their sides as they eagerly voice their displeasure at the lack of attention. He’s not in the mood to pick out the words between their angry caws, so he simply watches as they scatter all over the room. Something almost like a smile tugs at Dream’s face as he watches them enter - the kid has grown inexplicably fond of both his flock and all of the assorted animals that Techno drags back into the house whenever he goes out, and Phil has long since resigned himself to being outnumbered one hundred to one by a literal army of mobs wherever he goes. Some of the crows had been pretty wary of Dream at the beginning, but after a few weeks more or less the entire flock has become viciously protective of the kid, sufficiently won over by gifts of head scratches and berries and various shiny things. Sure enough, the birds form a dark, squawking circle at Dream’s feet, a few flying up to tug impatiently at his clothes, and despite the (very obvious) favoritism, Phil smiles; the flock is good for Dream, as annoying as they can be.

DADZA, one calls, its lone cry soon echoed by the entire group of fluttering feathers gathered on the floor, DADZA AND DREAM DADZA DADZA. Phil laughs, a familiar warmth and exasperation filling his lungs, and he turns his attention back to Dream.

You up to some more? He tries; it’s a chance, for sure, and he brushes away the creeping anxiety crawling up his neck; he doesn’t want to make Dream panic, hopes that he’s doing the right thing. I could always use the practice.

Quiet, once again, only broken by the murmurs of his birds eagerly awaiting Dream’s answer as the boy rocks side to side in deliberation, and Phil is halfway through working out a frantic you don’t have to if you don’t want to when Dream raises his own hands.

Sure, he signs, a forced smile on his face but eyes still clear and bright, why not?

Somehow, they end up in a bastardized version of twenty questions, surrounded by birds that do not hesitate at any chance to voice their own opinions. They work through favorite colors (green), favorite flowers (roses for Dream, peonies for Phil), favorite mob (Phil answers this with a pointed definitely-not-crows, staring at the flock who have been shouting over themselves naming different colors for about five minutes, which immediately makes them devolve into screaming caws and divebombs at the edges of Phil’s cape that leave him thoroughly occupied for the next ten minutes), and at some point Phil falls further into the cushions of his chair and Dream’s legs lay against the sofa instead of being drawn up to his chest and it’s almost normal.

By the time Techno finds them, they’ve forgone structure all together, Dream watching intently as Phil signs out an embellished tale of one of the Antarctic Empire’s exploits with a crow held gently in his hands. Techno’s voice behind him startles him bad enough to send his wings snapping outwards, feathers standing on end, but Dream doesn’t react much beyond a twitch of his lips - he must’ve seen the piglin hybrid and tag-teamed to prank him, Phil realizes with a half-hearted grumble. Techno’s eyes sparkle mischievously, definitely planned, then.

“Hi Phil, Dream,” Techno shrugs off his cloak and drapes it over the back of Phil’s chair, “Looks like you’ve been busy. Can’t say I’m not feelin’ a bit left out, though; Phil, you never told me you knew sign language.”

“You never asked, mate,” he quips, even as Dream signs animatedly from the corner of his eye. T-E-C-H-N-O-L-O-S-T.

Techno narrows his eyes. “I get the feelin’ that you’re messin’ with me, nerd.” Dream blinks faux innocently, smiling wider, and Phil picks up on the bit. Oh, this is fun.

He can’t understand us, he assures Dream, feeling a wicked smirk of his own growing on his face. So what do you think for dinner?

“Phil- the betrayal!” Techno splutters, voice going high and pitchy, and that reaction alone would’ve made the prank more than worth it - but Dream’s shoulders shake, eyes glittering as his fingers fly almost too fast for Phil to catch, and oh, that’s laughter, tiny, breathless giggles falling from his lips, and Techno must catch it even as he begins to berate the voices in his head, “This is not a bruh moment, Chat, don’t you start-”

Stew? Dream signs, still snickering, and he looks happy, more than Phil has ever seen him, the sight of him smiling and bright-eyed with amusement almost enough to cover for the gaunt quality of his face, the pale scars left all over his skin.

Of course, mate, Phil signs back, throwing in a do you think T-E-C-H-N-O ended up lost in those same woods again for good measure, rewarded when it sends Dream into another round of giggles. Techno grumbles without any real heat behind it, plopping himself down in the remaining chair.

“Ok, nah, no more of this exclusive club; you guys are teachin’ me this tonight before Chat loses it - yes that was an insult, don’t you start it with the E’s,” and Phil laughs, hard, the flock cawing and beginning to spam E on their own, for some reason, and Dream signing through the alphabet with the biggest grin on his face, and-

“Oh, Prime, this is going to so scuffed,” Phil says, breathless, his warning unheeded as Techno finishes his rant at Chat to focus on Dream.

And it is scuffed - it is so fucking scuffed, between Phil’s lackluster memory and Techno’s frequent interrupting to quiet down an extremely rowdy Chat and the incessant calls of the flock further egging them on, but it’s warm and Dream doesn’t stop smiling and Techno looks more relaxed than he has in weeks and the helpless, singing urge of protect protect protect that has lived in Phil’s head ever since Techno had carried Dream, beaten and bloodied and broken, through their front door finally, finally, begins to quiet down.

He tunes back into the impromptu lesson - they’ve finished the alphabet, seemingly having moved onto common words and objects, and Dream- hesitates, raises his hand, all five fingers drawn together, to the corner of his mouth and then pulls it back. Home, he signs, moving to fingerspelling, H-O-M-E. Home.

For a moment, they’re all quiet, Dream’s hand still raised by his face, even the crows falling silent as they all stare at each other. Phil watches, breath caught in his throat, as the planes of Techno’s face soften, the teasing edge of his voice, for once, leaving. “Yeah, nerd. You’re home.”

Home, Dream signs again, then again, looking up, eyes bright, hopeful. Phil thinks, proudly, that it looks like a new beginning. I’m home.

#tw torture #tw trauma #tw panic attack #syndicate!dream #my beloved #queue <3 #q stream aftermath #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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spyrothesquish-0006 · 3 years

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Crack Ask: Henry from Fire Emblem Awakening as MC in Obey Me headcanons.

Anon, I hope you know how much goddamn joy this ask brought me😂😂 sorry for the wait, school shit was kicking my ass for a bit, but I hope you enjoy!!

Henry from Fire Emblem Awakening waking up as MC in Obey Me

Henry:

• oh boy Henry would have so much fun

• you're telling him there's 7???? Demons???? He gets to live with and pester with questions about magic and experiment on learn about???

• he'd be absolutely delighted

• but probably wouldn't realize that he's in the devildom and would just assume it's some weird part of Ylisse he's never seen

• would also probably think the brothers are just *really* good looking Risen

• hot damn would he be sweatin'

• he's looking respectfully No, no he's not.

Lucifer:

• oh no

• he definitely notices that Henry seems a little....off

• he shows surpsingly no fear whatsoever at meeting 7 demon lords

• Lucifer is Concerned™️

• has no idea what he's talking about when Henry mentions Ylisse and "Risen"

• automatically assumes he's a loon and requests for Diavolo to send him back

• when Diavolo refuses, he is more than irritated

• for a short time, Lucifer almost comes to like Henry

• his constant curiosity about him strokes his ego quite nicely

• until it becomes annoying and Henry wants to do some "experiments" on him

• he threatens Henry on numerous occasions but no matter what punishment he inflicts, Henry only laughs

Mammon:

• is immediately distrustful of Henry because he's just so damn weird??

• his distrust isn't helped by the fact that Henry takes an odd liking to Mammon

• Mammon is generally surrounded by shiny things and Henry is drawn to shiny things

• he begins trusting Henry more when he randomly starts giving Mammon advice on how to steal things

• he soon learns that Henry is surprisingly good at pick-pocketing

• any distrust Mammon has towards Henry is quickly forgotten once he sees how he is around his own crows

• Mammon's crows soon take a liking to Henry as well

• they start bringing shiny stuff back to the both of them, and Henry's crows end up doing the same thing

• Mammon and Henry are now the sole members of the Caw Caw Committee (named by Henry)

• Henry is usually who Mammon goes to to get goldie back from Lucifer

• Mammon doesn't know how he does it, but Henry never disappoints in getting his wallet back

Levi:

• to say that Henry disturbs him is an understatement

• his general personality is very much the opposite of Levi

• at first, Levi stays in his room even more and refuses to be alone in a room with Henry

• his comfort levels steadily go up around Henry once he realizes that he's actually not half bad..?

• Henry is really no worse than some con goers Levi as met when it comes to his odd fixations

• Levi soon succeeds in getting Henry obsessed with TSL

• now Levi *really* considers him "his" Henry

• they both end up annoying everyone else in the house because they will not stop cackling at random animes or video games very late at night

• with Henry around, Levi really never sleeps

• and he isn't complaining, Henry quickly becomes his best bud

Satan:

• is one of the only brothers who takes an immediate liking to Henry

• he may be a bit eccentric sure, but his love for studying magic really wins Satan over

• Henry is always down for experimenting which Satan takes great joy in

• he can finally study humans like he wants to!!! And Lucifer won't stop him

• surprisingly, Satan really doesn't mind if Henry wants to do experiments on him

• his logic is Henry lets him do experiments to study humans, so it's only fair, right?

• Satan particularly enjoys experimenting with Henry's pain tolerance

• wants to find out what Henry's limit *really* is

• only because if certain schemes against Lucifer go wrong, Satan really doesn't want Henry to end up hurt

• Henry and Satan often spend the majority of their time reading together and sharing random magic knowledge/random facts in general

• Henry absolutely adores that Satan is like a walking encyclopedia

• they often hatch plans to mess with Lucifer

• not because Henry doesn't like him, he just thinks pranks are funny even if they're against one of the most powerful demons in the devildom

• Satan can't tell whether he's disturbed by it, or whether he admires Henry's lack of fear and impulse control

Asmo:

• he initially hated Henry

• he couldn't understand why Henry had such an odd fascination with blood

• what if it ruined his clothes!!!!

• Asmo tolerated Henry for a while

• until an experiment Henry did with his makeup resulted in Asmo's face turning green for a day

• Asmo screamed so loud half the devildom heard him

• he usually tries to avoid Henry now

• also does not trust any gifts Henry gives him even though Henry means well

• he genuinely wants to make it up to Asmo for ruining his makeup

• he resorts to having his crows drop off gifts in the form of makeup supplies which Asmo takes, assuming they're from Mammon

Beel:

• he's pretty indifferent to Henry in the beginning

• he finds him a little odd, but as long as Henry doesn't steal his food, this demon really doesn't care

• Henry surprisingly takes a liking to Beel, experimenting to find out what Beel will/won't eat

• Henry is both equally perplexed and ecstatic to find out that there's really nothing Beel *won't* eat

• actually, scratch that, Beel refuses to eat Henry's cooking

• it's somehow worse than Solomon's which no one thought was possible

• besides that, Beel is pretty chill with Henry

• Henry takes a surpsing liking to watching Fangol games so he always makes sure to be in the stands for any of Beel's games

• cheers him on very loudly

• Beel is very protective of this little Mage

Belphie:

• wanted absolutely nothing to do with Henry

• found him incredibly annoying and way too loud when he was just trying to sleep

• avoided him for the most part

• until he learned that Henry loves playing pranks and doling out curses

• Belphie's mind starts going wild with all the things they can do to Lucifer

• these two quickly become a menace within the HoL

• always scheming together and with Satan on their side as well, nothing is impossible for them

• Lucifer feels his blood pressure rising with each passing day

• after a particularly nasty hex, Henry and Belphie find themselves grounded in the attic

• Belphie is displeased at first, still slightly irritated with how loud Henry can get

• but then realizes that Henry makes a very comfy pillow

• Henry isn't able to move for the rest of the time they're stuck in the attic

• somewhat considers just hexing himself to turn into a pillow if Belphie is going to use him as one anyways

• Belphie says no because a pillow can't pet him and play with his hair

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem headcanons #obey me headcanons #fire emblem henry #fire emblem awakening henry #headcanons #creative writing #writing

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toonhlvrai · 4 years

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If it m-makes you feel better, Mr. Freeman, Benrey used to pull v-vanishing acts like this all the time! Remember? Always - h-he always came back to us though, like a big ol’ wooden boomerang!

He used to.

Things are different now. He knows not to do that anymore.

At least, that’s what I-I’m hoping for.

Gordon, I’ll tell you this: It’s probably just another one of Benrey’s classic pranks! When you wake up tomorrow, I’ll bet you my life saving’s that he’ll be right where he needs to be, and we’ll all laugh it off!

That makes no sense - why would the Salesman be gone, too? He doesn’t really strike me as the type of person to pull big elaborate jokes like Benrey is. I just can’t see them working together.

That is true, Gordon!

Yeah, f-fair point.

Where would they even be? There’s not much you can do around here when it’s like...11 pm? It’s mind boggling.

Augh, sorry for thinking out loud, everyone.

No worries, Gordon. Your guess is as good as mine!

Thanks, Dr. Coomer.

It’s just.......*snif* I miss him.

Just when I thought this week couldn’t get any worse, he just had to go up and...poof. Gone.

......was it something I did? I don’t know what I - I don’t remember doing anything at the park to set him off. Hell, I even won him something. That Sea Pig thing stuffed animal. I never win carnival games! And he - h-he seemed so happy! Did I do anything to make him upset? Do you guys know something I don’t, that I did something wrong?

No. Benrey’s a pretty hard person to - to piss off, Mr. Freeman!

I know, I know, Tommy.

Now that I’m really doing some self-reflection...god, this week, man. It’s......it’s been hell and a half. I lost my house. I..got another house, here. I...*sniffle* I got kicked out of every Waafle House known to man in the area, heh...I got my friend caught up in a multi-dimension-spanning fight he had no right being in the middle of...didn’t even do anything to help him......I got all of my friends trapped in a faulty computer...just....a bunch of other shit.....and now, I don’t even know where my boyfriend is. This fucking sucks. I-I just want it to be over, man. I’m just...just wondering when things will go back to normal. Why can’t things have just been normal?

CAW~ CAW~ CAWWWWW CAW CAW~~~ CAW CAW CAW CAAAW~~~

The fuck do you want?

[ The crow gestures its head up to the sky, specifically at the moon. It, along with many of the other crows, start squawking wildly, and a good few of them start to run inside all at once. ]

CAW! CAW! CAW!

Gordon, I think this crow wants you to look up at the sky!

The sky...?

Uh....I don’t think that’s how the moon’s supposed to look.

Woah! It’s prettier than - than a grass field in a summer afternoon!

Pretty, but....disconcerting. At least it looks nice!

#{ episode 9 }#toon hlvrai #long post #[ tommy ]#[ coomer ]#[ gordon ]

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lisinfleur · 3 years

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Santa’s Roots

The request:

Author’s Notes | Some historians claim that Santa Claus’ figure was inspired by Odin. What if it was true? For a certain Modern Viking, it is! Inspired by Harbard’s interaction with young Ivar in the series. I hope you’ll like it! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Modern AU, made for Patron’s Holiday Event Words | 1092 ⁑ Warnings: Religious re-readings, unconfirmed comparisons, and sources.

"Why do we have to make this stupid trip?"

Of course, he was annoyed. Even more, because he was planning a trip with Y/N to spend the Christian Christmas in a tropical country enjoying the heat; and now he was forced to drag his limp pained leg through the snow of the Santa Claus Village in Rovaniemi.

Yeah. Lapland.

In the fucking FREEZING FINLAND!

"It's Yule and Christmas and no matter how you look at it, Ivar, it's a family holiday and we'll spend it together."

He loved his beautiful mother, but sometimes that need she had for them to be all together all the time was suffocating. After growing older, he was starting to understand his father's constant trips and to wish Aslaug would do something like fulfilling Sigurd's emptiness and his lack of motherly attention.

But this time, not even Sigurd had escaped that torture. And for the first time, they were both grumpy and moody at the same time.

At least, Y/N had come with him. Sigurd's girl was waiting for him with her family at the beach they had planned to go to together and that trip had forced him to delay. Ubbe as well was grumpy: dating Björn's ex-wife, he saw his hopes to send Torvi's children with Björn that year going down the drain. After all, what kid would want to exchange Santa Claus' village for a trip to the boring Mediterranean with daddy's brand-new chick?

Hvitserk was the only one having fun along with Y/N and the children - the bastard was finding every source of food, candies, and delights through their ways, putting so many smiles on Y/N's face that Ivar was asking all the gods to get his brother fat at the end of that cursed trip. Or at least some good, long and intense diarrhea, so he would have something to laugh at in the middle of all that red, black, gold, and white mess.

"Sorry!" A gods damn dwarf?

Gnome?

Grinch... No. Elf! A gods damn elf stumbled on his crutch, almost taking Ivar's balance, forcing him to stop his already slow steps to straighten the damn titanium braces under the trousers with a loud grunt of anger.

Because of course, his day wasn't doomed enough. No. The pain of that cold shitty place wasn't enough. Nor the elves everywhere, nor the repetitive music, nor the children's noises, fake gift boxes, bells... Not even the irritant bells weren't enough! Someone had to fucking misplace his braces to get him left behind by his whole family...

Kinda his fault: Ivar had walked slower than them all the whole time, trying to get himself distant and leave clear he wasn't happy. Even Y/N had started walking with Hvitserk since his mood was so terrible that not even her was able to hold it this time. He couldn't blame them for avoiding his presence enough not to notice he had to stop...

But where were they after all?

They wouldn't just disappear like that in a matter of minutes.

Ivar had just lowered himself for a moment to straighten the braces... How come they had managed to disappear in the middle of that fucking colored place?

For a moment, Ivar's heart filled with a cold sensation that spread all over this spine. He searched his pockets. Of course, his cellphone hadn't a single bar of signal in that place. His blues ran around searching for his brothers, the noisy children, his mom, Y/N.

And then it was when he realized...

There was no one to be seen.

The noisy children had gone. The elves were gone... Everything was, all of a sudden, silent, except for those bells.

With his crutch, Ivar walked around some steps, trying not to get lost in whatever the fuck was happening around him. But with a few steps forward, as if everything wasn't strange enough, a thick fog started to move around his legs, covering the place, flying ghostly through the gift boxes and colored trees.

Ivar felt the urge to get the heck out of that place. With some effort, he started walking at a quicker pace not observing when the decorations around him started changing from the usual plastic balls and ribbons to colored flowers, painted pine cones, straw animals... His eyes betrayed him, but his ears weren't failing: the bells were becoming higher. And higher...

"I don't know what kind of stupid prank is this! But I don't like it! I didn't pay for this package! I want this to stop right now!" he yelled.

Just to almost lose his balance once again when a horse exhaled behind his back, forcing him to turn around in a quick movement that cost him a grunt of pain, bending Ivar's body over itself when his hand touched the knee of his right leg. The braces had made a loud sound indicating it was a forced movement and now his knee was horribly aching once again.

However, the pain was something usual for him. Unusual was to see Santa Claus not dressed in the traditional red clothes... Unusual was to watch the old man coming down from a horse... Wait. How many legs did that fucking horse have?

And how the fuck did he have a horse? Shouldn't it be reindeers?

And a sled?

"What in..." Ivar started, swallowing dry and lifting his face to see the man in front of him was smiling.

A visible and open smile in the middle of the big and voluminous white beard covering his jaw and cascading down to his belly.

"Hello, Ivar," the man said with a surprisingly cozy voice, causing Ivar's face to twist in a frown of pure surprise, full of wrinkles on his forehead that earned one of the usual laughs from the white-bearded man.

"What the heck?" Ivar said, straightening himself even with pain on his leg. "Who told you my name? And why the fuck are we alone in this place?"

The man continued calm and smiley despite Ivar's clear annoyance.

"I know many names, boy. And I know you, since you were, in fact, a boy," the man said, looking down to Ivar's legs. "They still ache a lot, I can see."

Ivar's frown gained two more wrinkles on his forehead.

"What? Where do you know me? Who are you, man?" he asked, fully annoyed by what he was sure was a ridiculous prank his mother had paid for him to fall on, in the hope he would, somehow, like that trip into the middle of the freezing nowhere.

But the man just laughed once again, touching Ivar with a gentle pat that soon became a heavy hand weighing on Ivar's shoulder, forcing his whole attention to detail he wasn't able to notice before but now was clear like crystal in front of his eyes.

That man... That strange Santa Claus...

He clearly didn't have one of his eyes.

Ivar's blues were somehow attracted into the emptiness of that missing eye. And he swore he could hear the bells stopping, and crows cawing. The fog became stronger, but Ivar couldn't stop looking at that empty hole on that man's face until something formed into the dark.

Something that made Ivar's blues large when the voice of that man sounded once again, rumbling into Ivar's chest like a clap of thunder.

"I know everyone that was and everyone that will be. I'm the one who was and remains. And after you're gone, I'll still be here, until the wolf comes to swallow me whole. But before you go, I can still grant you a gift, son. Let us say you were good this year," the old man joked.

His words filling Ivar's ears while his eyes were locked at the image into that man's empty eye-hole.

"Yggdrasil..." Ivar mumbled.

And his eyes blinked, seeing the whole man once again in front of him, smiling.

"Odin?" he asked.

Receiving nothing but a new pat on his shoulder and once again, the traditional giggle that came along the whole noisy environment around, all at once invading Ivar's ears like a wave of noise and mess once again.

"Ho ho ho... Merry Christmas!"

Standing in front of him was nothing but an actor, fully dressed like the old Santa. Nothing different from the usual along with the fake gift boxes and all the rest Ivar could see when he turned his head, confused, searching for that whole illusion he was thrown into one second ago.

Was that a delirium? Was that somehow real?

"What's wrong, Ivar?" Y/N's voice woke him up and called his attention causing Ivar to once again turn himself too quick to look at her.

Another clang from his braces. Ivar waited for the wave of pain...

But it never came.

"Are your legs ok? Are you in pain, love?" she asked, fully worried.

But Ivar looked shocked down to his legs, feeling nothing. Absolutely no pain. Like one of his best-bones' days...

The days he used to say were gifts from the gods into his life.

"I... I... I think I... I'm fine I just... For a moment..." Ivar gasped with the words.

His eyes were still searching around for that image so vivid of Odin he had seen. He was sure he had seen! It was real!

And he took his pain away for a day...

"You see? The cold is starting to freeze Ivar's brain! Can we go home or at least somewhere warm now?" Sigurd complained.

The kids coming closer to Ubbe with their hands full of candy canes from Hvitserk's bag.

Everyone was so close... They didn't have disappeared.

But Ivar was sure he was the only one who saw that man.

"Are you ok, Ivar?" Y/N asked again and Ivar finally focused his eyes on her.

"I am. I'm just... I think I just need some warm chocolate and we can stay a little longer... For the kids, I mean."

"What?" Sigurd complained immediately. "See? Frozen brains!" he said, pointing Ivar's head.

But Ivar just approached Y/N's, speaking low, almost like a secret.

"Do you believe this thing about... Santa and Odin... Being the same person and stuff?" he asked, causing Y/N to smile.

"Oh, this is why you're so bothered, isn't it? Babe, don't be like this, uh? Some historians say that our Santa is somehow inspired by Odin with his eight-legged horse, granting gifts to his followers and knowing who was acting bad or good along his way. If it makes you feel more comfortable then think about this place as Odin's village!" she joked.

Getting a small curve from Ivar's lips.

"Come, let's get you that hot chocolate, uh?" she said, enlacing his arm with her own and starting to walk at his pace towards the coffee shop Hvitserk was already entering for what? The third time?

Ivar's eyes looked back at that man dressed as Santa Claus, complimenting everyone. His steps showing him his legs weren't aching at all anymore. Whoever it was, Santa Claus, Odin... It had really granted him a gift for that day.

The Santa turned looking at him once again.

And Ivar could swear that one-eyed man winked at him before it was nothing but the actor once again.

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!" the man yelled.

Santa Claus' Village... Odin's place... It wasn't that bad to make that trip after all.

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kingburu · 4 years

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[FIC] Birb Funeral

Someone asked me a long time ago what would happen if in the Dearly Departed universe (where Jason is a Son of Hades and Nico is a Son of Jupiter, and everyone is conveniently where I wanted to place them) what would happen if Bianca ended up in Camp Jupiter and Nico ended up in Camp Halfblood. I wrote this a while back for funsies and probably won’t expand, but take an au of an au!

tl;dr: Godswap AU where Jason is a Son of Hades, Nico is a Son of Zeus, and they grew up as childhood friends!

A storm hits first. In twelve-year-old Jason’s ten years at Camp Halfblood, he’s never seen anything as abrasive and harsh as the dark clouds that consumes all winter sunlight, dimming the heavens as though he’s staring at his father’s domain itself. Thunder and lightning boom like a commandeering force, and the rain rattles against the magical barrier around Camp Halfblood, like pelting against hollow tin, but falls on campgrounds like a soft shower.

It rains for three days straight, weakening Hestia’s hearth, cancelling Capture the Flag, and irritating all of the Apollo Cabin, who grow antsy without the sun. Jason is nonplussed by the storm, comforted by the additional shadows that linger—but he’s never quite liked the silence it forced in Cabin Eleven. The silence that used to be comforting, but now hurts as he has to look at the empty bed—the one that reminds him his own chest feels empty, too.

On the third day, the eagles appear.

Jason’s already awake, inspecting the other demigods without cabins of their own as he hears the righteous call of three bald eagles flying through the forest. Other campers wake to their squawk, if not the thunderous storm as it seems to boom louder and demand their attention.

Then, a little boy appears through the forest, sopping wet and looking meager and small as he wobbles through the trees, with a nest of dark hair and bright blue eyes that reminds Jason of the days before the storm. He’s dressed in a ratty pair of jeans, caked in monster blood and—other blood, that immediately worries Jason—and a bright shirt with a lotus symbol on it. The eagles cry out again, encircling the little boy, and flank to either side of him like royal guards.

Jason jumps as those blue eyes scan their small crowd—widening as they make contact with Chiron—but then turns to him.

One of the eagles nudges the little boy, who stumbles forward.

“This,” the little boy says curiously, “is Camp Halfbird, right?”

Halfbird, Jason thinks, puzzled, and he swears he sees both eagles puff their chests out with pride. He doesn’t get to contemplate long—of all the people that are surrounding this little boy, those blue eyes are fixated on him, waiting for an answer. “It’s actually Camp Halfblood—but, yeah, welcome.”

“Oh,” the little boy says, and his shoulders heave. “Finally.”

And he collapses forward. There’s a cry in surprise—and out of reflex, Jason steps forward and catches him. His eyes trail over to the may stains on this boy’s shirt—the monster blood, the human blood—and he hears Lee Fletcher crying out for someone to get ambrosia, nectar, and all the works.

“Wait,” Jason hears himself saying, and the older son of Apollo stares at him in disbelief.

“Why would we wait, Grace?” Lee demands.

Jason props the boy up on his arm, the nest of dark hair bobbing as they move. “Because he’s snoring.”

Upon carrying the little boy to the infirmary, they all discover their newest camper has a vice grip and refuses to let go of Jason. Beckendorf, a much older camper, tries once while Jason takes this boy who can’t be older than nine or ten, and Jason’s head almost comes off with it. They stop trying when they hear a little sob. Jason thinks he hears a name—Bianca?—and confines himself to carry the boy to one of the cots.

Jason has to rock on his feet and stand to the tips of his toes—and practically falls over as he sets the boy down, arms still bound around him, but eventually manages to wriggle out of the grip. He stares at the boy, puzzled, as this new demigod just rolls into a ball, expression unseen.

The eagles caw outside—and from the window, Jason sees them soar past the window, evidently deciding to remain close.

“Jace,” Lee says, which startles him, “why don’t you get him some new clothes?”

Lee’s already washed his hands, rubber gloves on, and is picking up an arm to inspect this boy. He wrinkles his nose as his hand stains with mud.

“Oh—okay,” Jason says—and he stays just long enough for Lee’s apprentice and little brother, Will, pull a twig out of dark hair.

Jason sprints to the Big House. On his way back to the infirmary, he watches as both eagles spread their wings and shriek, glowering at him. Jason cringes, staring at them with hesitation.

The door opens, and Will pokes his head out curiously. He stares up at the rooftop and mimics Jason’s expression. “You think they’re going to stay long?”

“Hard to say,” Jason mumbles uncomfortably. He takes a thoughtful step towards the infirmary and the eagles make another sound of displeasure. A loud moan comes from the infirmary—childish and feeble, and the eagles suddenly cock their heads to that instead. Jason takes the distraction to climb the porch steps and sighs with relief. “Guess it depends on how long this kid wants to stay.”

Will pats his shoulder sympathetically. “We’ll find an animal that likes you eventually.”

New campers, of course, fall under the jurisdiction of Cabin Eleven, and Connor and Travis insist that this new kid already imprinted on Jason, despite not being the head counselor. Jason knows that this kid is recovering from whatever journey brought him to Long Island and the last thing he needs is to be at the mercy of the Stoll Brothers’ pranks, so he halfheartedly agrees.

The storm subsides pretty quickly after the kid arrives, and business seems to resume as usual. People are already placing bets on what cabin this kid belongs to—if he belongs to any cabin, and Jason tries very hard not to hope that this kid belongs in the cabin that the eagles and the obnoxious storm suggest.

He spends most of the time in the infirmary, passing on his sword-training classes to Clarisse—and the boy wakes up just long enough to be spoonfed ambrosia and change into a clean shirt and pants. Every day, they find at least one twig in his hair while they’re not looking. He doesn’t speak very much at first—eventually Will and Lee decide to just let Jason handle this kid on his own to tend to other campers who are at the mercy of Clarisse’s sword training.

On the third day of this kid’s arrival, Jason walks up the porch of the med bay and the eagles squawk angrily, per usual. Jason opens the door and notices the kid perk at his arrival, in contrast to the screaming eagles.

“You feeling any better?” Jason asks.

The blue eyes stare at him carefully, then nod. He squints thoughtfully at Jason, then speaks for the first time since arriving during the storm the other day. “They keep screaming death when you walk by.”

Jason blinks. “They?”

The boy gestures to the roof. “Lark and Sparrow.”

Blond eyebrows furrow together. “Who?”

“Lark and Sparrow,” the boy repeats.

It takes a moment, but Jason’s eyebrows raise, puzzled. “You mean the eagles?”

“Yeah.” The boy nods, then pauses. “They had an older sister—Cloud, but—well, she…” The boy’s eyes moisten and his gaze falls to his hands sadly. “She didn’t make it.”

Oh. Jason doesn’t quite consider it a superpower, but he can pick up on the tone of a mourning soul, even if it’s for an eagle. Lark and Sparrow, the eagles (Jason doesn’t think he’ll ever get his mind wrapped around that) clearly love this little boy very much. Unfortunately, no one at camp speaks bird, and they’ve gone almost a week now not knowing this boy’s story—even if he wants to tell it.

Jason retrieves a stool, setting aside the ambrosia sundae. “Do you…want to tell me about Cloud?”

The boy raises his head curiously, evidently surprised to be encouraged, and then nods. “Cloud was their leader. She’s the one that found me first in—in the accident. And then she promised me that the four of them would get to camp. She—” His voice cracks. “—she couldn’t keep that promise.”

Jason flashes a look of concern. After a few meals of ambrosia and clean clothes, the boy looks better, but feeling better is another story entirely.

“Lark’s a good listener though, I think she makes Sparrow feel better,” the boy continues.

The edge of Jason’s lip curls.

“What?” the boy asks, and he blinks.

“Nothing—I’m glad they got you here safe. I’m sure Cloud is proud,” Jason reassures. He reaches for the ambrosia sundae and at this point, the boy knows it’s for him. “I’ve never met birds that were named after other birds.”

The boy shrugs nonchalantly. “Names are names. Did you know that Hades named his dog Spot?”

Jason makes a face, watching as this boy pluck a cherry off the sundae and plop it in his mouth. Of all the deities the boy could have chosen (before they checked to see if he actually understands what’s going on—the death of Cloud the Eagle seems to suggest he does.) “I’ve—actually never thought about it that way.”

“It just sounds cooler because it’s Greek,” the boy says. “Like your name. Otherwise, people would be walking around calling you Healer.”

“I’m. Sorry, what?”

“Your name,” the boy repeats, and it’s impossible not to stare at the bits of whipped cream at the corner of his lip. “Jason.”

“You know my name,” Jason says slowly, on eyebrow arched in the air. This boy has been silent for the last two days, taking in his environment with wide, curious eyes. Jason had seen the boy’s mouth drop when Grover had come to check on him.

The boy’s cheeks flush, and he quickly nods. “I heard the other two say it.”

The other two, the boy said. Not Lee and Will. Jason blinks once again. “You know my name and you know the meaning behind my name.”

“It was in the Argonaut Expansion pack,” the boy continues. “The trivia in the wrapper.”

Much like Lark and Sparrow, Jason tries to connect the dots in his head. “You mean Mythomagic?”

The sundae falls from the boy’s hands, and to Jason’s surprise, those blue eyes suddenly glitter with excitement. “You know Mythomagic? Do you play? Do you have a favorite character?”

He’s vibrating in his seat, and Jason actually leans back to keep ice cream from falling on him. Jason reaches over and dabs the melted ice cream with a tissue. “I’ve dabbled. You’ll see some of the other kids playing Mythomagic here. It helps them understand our world better. Our—hey. So. Do you…understand how you got here? What’s going on?”

The boy stares at him, puzzled, evidently confused.

“So you and I—this entire camp,” Jason says slowly, “we’re halfbloods.”

“Halfbirds?”

“Halfbloods,” Jason corrects. “Demigods. It means that we’re half human, half—”

“Half god,” the boy finishes with an excited whisper. His eyes glitter again. “Like Mythomagic.”

“Yeah, exactly like Mythomagic—”

“Oh my god,” the boy says again—and the way he vibrates in the bed would make Jason think he was never healing in the first place. “My dad was a god? Oh my dad!”

Jason stares at the boy in surprise. For a kid that had emerged from the forest covered in blood and spoils, this is the quickest he’s ever seen a demigod recover from learning about their parentage. This kid is acting just like he sounds—a kid—and is now grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Who’s your parent? Apollo? Aphrodite?” The boy claps his hand on the mattress, then leans close to Jason with a gasp. “It’s Thanatos, isn’t it? That’s why Lark and Sparrow keep screaming death!”

“Um, Hades, actually—” Jason peels the ice cream sundae away from the bed before it can spill, unable to hide his surprise. Most people didn’t list gods outside the main twelve, let alone mention his dad’s lieutenant of all people. He expects the boy to gulp and shirk away at first—like other kids did when they realized they were suddenly standing with the child of the King of the Dead, but the boy’s hand fall and he stares at Jason with even more fascination.

“He has 4000 attack power,” the boy whispers in amazement. “5000 if someone else attacks first.”

Jason blinks, yet again confounded by this boy’s enthusiasm. “Yeah—I think I heard that. You’re not…scared?”

The boy doesn’t hear him. Instead, he’s mumbling again, evidently still stuck on Jason’s parentage with utter amazement. He falls silent, then looks back up to Jason with hopeful eyes. “Can we hold a funeral for Cloud?”

This time, Jason’s lips fold into the familiar shape, aching almost, into the first smile that he’s had in a long time. “Is that what you want?”

The boy nods up and down. “A funeral for Lark and Sparrow’s sister, and maybe a funeral for my—” The boy cuts himself off, the excitement suddenly waning. Jason can see it in the boy’s expression, something hitting him like a freight train, and it looks more solemn and more mournful than it did for Cloud.

Oh. This boy has seen death recently—and not just for the sister of someone else.

Jason reaches out and places a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Blue eyes look back up to him, sadder than the bouncing boy from before.

“We’ll give Cloud a Grecian funeral, just like in Mythomagic,” Jason says quietly. At the M word, the boy cocks his head back up, eyebrows furrowed. “And another for whoever else needs one. Whenever you’re ready.”

The boy sniffles, his eyes swelling with tears once more.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Jason repeats.

“Okay.” To his surprise, the boy throws his arms around Jason like the first day, vice grip and all.

Jason hesitates—but then folds his arms around the other boy, patting sympathetically as he hears the sniffles grow louder.

After Will and Lee give the okay, Jason plans a funeral in the woods for Cloud the Eagle—which quickly goes awry from the Grecian traditions that he had planned when Nico explains Lark and Sparrow’s constructive notes. Two of the notes include burying part of their sister “like humans do”—with things that she held dear. Nico whips a feather out of his hair, insistent that it came from the late bird, and explains that Cloud’s favorite items included bird seed and bottle caps.

Thus, Jason instructs Nico to fill a lunch box with bird seed and bottle caps (there’s a small intermission where Jason watches Nico lecture Lark and Sparrow about eating their sister’s afterlife food) before placing the eagle feather gingerly on top, then listens to Nico and the birds deliver a eulogy for their fallen comrade.

Grover plays the reedpipes as they lower the lunch box into the ground, and daffodils sprout over the mound. He’s touched, of course, that someone would care enough to want to hold a funeral for an animal of nature.

“Will Charon accept bird seeds?” Nico asks worriedly.

Jason doesn’t miss the way Grover suddenly squawks on the reed pipes, evidently amused by the question. He places a hand on Nico’s shoulder, not missing the way that Nico inches closer into his bubble. “Um, animals are out of Charon’s jurisdiction.”

Nico frowns, clearly upset.

“They usually get reincarnated. Sometimes as plants, or as new animals,” Grover explains. Jason has to hold back a sigh of relief—he doesn’t know how much more he can talk about death, but Grover is charmed enough. He gestures to the eagles. “Maybe a lark. Or a sparrow. Or—”

“Or a raven?” Nico asks.

Grover nods sagely, flashing a look that Jason has always received growing up. Then he ruffles Nico’s hair. “You sure know your birds, Nico.”

Nico shrugs, the worry about Cloud not reaching the Underworld dissipating. Then, he notices what Jason has been wary of since the young demigod’s arrival. Nico gestures to Lark and Sparrow, who’d given Jason the stink eye since arriving at camp. “Why don’t they like you? They keep calling you the Deathbringer.”

Jason cringes, and he notices Grover do it too. “Yeah—well, animals aren’t fond of me. They sense death.”

Another frown curls against Nico’s lips, and the next look that the flashes his birds causes them to behave and stand erect. “But you just helped them bury their sister.”

“Yeah, tell them that,” Grover mutters, and he nudges Jason affectionately.

“I am,” Nico assures, and he climbs to his feet. The eagles squawk nervously—and then Nico turns around, his blue eyes fully on Jason. “And you’re so cool.”

Grover spills into a grin, and Jason’s eyebrows raise in confusion. He can hardly call spending the afternoon filling a lunch box with bird seed and fending off grouchy birds cool. “You think I’m cool?”

Unabashed, this boy stares at Jason with the same intrigue as he did when Jason started comparing Mythomagic to their lives. “The coolest.”

Red flourishes in Jason’s cheeks, and Grover is elbowing him again. Before he can open his mouth, Nico turns to his pet eagles, hands on his hips like a doting mother.

“If you two can’t respect Jason for holding a funeral for Cloud,” Nico says in his best parenting tone, “then scram.”

Both birds make a sound, evidently shocked, but Nico places a hand in front of him, halting their speech.

“No,” Nico says, “I’ll be okay here. Please go home.”

Jason watches in utter disbelief as both birds pick themselves up, glaring at him, before flying away.

Grover pats him on the shoulder. “You don’t want to know what they said.”

Nico falls to his knees again and pets the daffodils over Cloud’s makeshift grave. His eyebrows furrow together, evidently troubled at the departure of their friends, but seems set on his decision.

When he gets over his stupor, Jason clears his throat and walks up behind Nico, finally able to get close to this little grave that he helped make without prying eagle eyes. He kneels to the ground and pats a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Let’s get you settled in at Cabin Eleven.”

#jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #fic #dearly departed #au of an au #trying to find that writing bug while life is hectic

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TLTNL- DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY

Remus struggled for a moment to make himself reach for the book, to keep going in a perfectly normal tone after their worst fear had nearly been realized and Sirius' fate had been silenced in this future. The worst part was Sirius looking at him expectantly, like he was waiting for Moony to start prattling on about bowtruckles again. He couldn't do it, the words burst out of him like fire, "Sirius, would you please at least look at this like you would a mission for the Order, and stop treating your personal safety like an extra quill."

Sirius puffed up his cheeks, but still refused to look around at all the concerned faces as he stated, "and what, worry my tail off like the lot of you? Exactly what good would that do? I'll be fine, that toad doesn't scare me, and I'm not ever going to give up talking to Harry out of fear!" He finished with a hard look at Remus.

Remus looked like he'd been slapped and quickly turned away, while James scrutinized the two, trying to understand why Sirius thought that was the reason for Remus' silence since he'd left school...and then not being able to think of an idea against it.

Harry hadn't even registered the exchange; his mind was a pain filled buzz as the memory he'd just been given felt like the worst omen yet. Something about Sirius, and the fireplace, Umbridge's office-

"Now get on with it and read Moony, there is just no sense sitting around talking about what ifs." Sirius finished with a hint of an apology in his voice. He'd regretted the words as soon as they'd slipped out, he'd been determined not to have a go at Remus for his future anymore than he wanted to sit around thinking about his own.

The tone had caught Harry by surprise, instantly taking away whatever he'd been thinking to look over at the Marauders and realize he'd missed something, but he didn't get a chance to ask for what as Remus began around a tight throat.

Hermione was trying to convince Harry his mail was being read, it was the only explanation, and Harry drew the conclusion it was Umbridge who'd attacked Hedwig.

"I'll kill her," Harry said flatly.

James eyed his son with worry. Not that he didn't agree, but he found his son with some pretty bad self-esteem issues that it took the maiming of his pet to want her dead, while his being tortured had been played off by him.

Then she quickly pointed out for Harry his frog was escaping.

Remus did a double take at that, trying to figure out what Harry was doing.

Harry summoned it back to him without much thought.

"Magic can make you so lazy," Sirius chuckled, "I'd have much more enjoyed chasing it about the room."

They were having this conversation in Charms, one of the best lessons in which to enjoy a private chat;

"Always true," Lily agreed.

"Be careful someone's keeping an eye on Flitwick though, he's been known to sneak up on you," James said absently, he still hadn't been able to take his worried eyes off Sirius, and now kept glancing at Remus in concern he was reading so despondent. Clearly what Sirius had said struck him deep, and James was getting worried, he hated watching his friends argue.

there was so much noise going on with the rest of the class no one paid any attention to individual groups. Today it was extra noisy, as rain was pelting the windows and the room was filled with croaking frogs and cawing ravens, which they were supposed to be silencing.

Hermione was still saying her idea she'd been suspecting something like this since Filch's attempt to get Harry's mail, it had seemed rather feeble to make it out as a prank.

Harry scowled shamefully for himself not having put more thought into that at the time, he could have saved his family heart failure if he'd put a little more thought into that moment rather than letting Cho distract him. He felt like a failure, all he'd done was cause them worry since his arrival here.

Then she'd realized the whole point was an excuse for someone to read his mail, and Filch had no true reason for this, so what if Umbridge had put him up to it?

"That's so foul, and yet it makes a despicable amount of sense," Remus said in disgust.

She then informed Harry he was squishing his frog.

Harry glanced down and saw the bulging eyes popping out of the head he was clenching his fist around it so hard, and quickly released.

Remus frowned lightly at the pages, thinking Hermione should quit sharing this kind of information when Harry was holding live creatures. That was twice now he could have done one a serious harm by not paying attention.

Harry saw the look and sheepishly defended, "I may have honestly got the two swapped in that moment."

Sirius at least snorted at the joke.

Hermione kept going with her own line, wondering if Umbridge even realized how close she'd come, before using the Silencio charm.

"I still can't imagine, I mean how would she-" James struggled to put into words all the fear and anger that moment had caused.

"She more than likely doesn't know it's actually me," Sirius reasoned out. "The Floo network would have put together for her Harry was meeting up with someone outside the castle, and she was trying to snag them, but I can't imagine how she'd put my name into the equation when everyone still thinks I'm a mass murderer."

The bullfrog fell silent mid croak as Hermione finished her thought if Umbridge had succeeded, but she broke off so Harry finished Snuffles would be back in Azkaban by now.

All five of them shivered hard for that ever having to be a thing again, not to mention because it would be the first step in the worst outcome.

Hermione was still worried about the now, how they had to warn him not to come again, but there was no way if their mail was being watched.

Ron defended Sirius wasn't so stupid, he realized he'd almost been caught and wasn't likely to come back again after that.

Lily tried hard not to smile at the subject change, but she'd be happy to sit around all day and hear of Harry's lessons rather than picturing anything happening to Sirius. She already wanted to hug him any time she had to imagine him being in that dark house by himself at all hours, now he was officially cut off from any communication as well. She'd be surprised if he didn't go mad in there and burn the place down by holiday break.

He tried his own attempt at the charm, and his raven let out a derisive caw in protest.

Hermione corrected he wasn't using the correct wand movement, it was more of a jabbing motion.

Ron snapped back birds were harder than frogs.

Hermione offered to swap him then, and put her frog in front of him while snapping away his raven.

"Why were we using two separate animals anyways?" Harry asked just to keep up the subject change. "They've always had enough of the same animal before."

"Honestly, I think he just likes to mix it up for fun now and again, remember the class where we were practicing charming animals to hum, he provided a range of birds so we could hear the different effects. Maybe he did something similar here, though the idea doesn't work as well on silencing two well known animal noises," Remus trailed off as he still seemed puzzled at his own answer, but Harry grinned and seemed satisfied enough to wave him on.

Hermione went again, and though the sharp beak opened, no sound came out.

"What exactly did he think was going to happen?" Sirius rolled his eyes. "I'd be more stunned by this point if she didn't pull it off."

She was praised for her work by Flitwick showing up then, causing them all to jump.

"Yep, there it is," James grinned for that old times feeling.

He then asked to see Ron give it a try, which only resulted in his jabbing the toad in the eye as the croaking grew even louder upon the desk.

"I don't even blame it," Lily frowned in sympathy.

Both he and Harry were then given the homework to practice.

"At this rate, I'd be more surprised if we weren't given additional homework," Harry threw his hands up in exasperation.

Sirius gave him an understanding look, keeping the thought to himself how funny it was Harry was doing extra studying for a class that was offering him the least amount of work this year.

They spent their free period in an empty classroom on the first floor with a large majority of students rather than brave the storm outside, but had chosen a room that Peeves was floating around in aiming ink pellets at students.

"Why didn't they all just move to another classroom?" Lily frowned, she knew she wouldn't have tolerated that and would have started cursing Peeves the moment he hit her or her friends.

"Because he'd just move with the herd, best to try and show disinterest in his being there and hope he goes away," James shrugged.

"Never worked on you," Lily smirked, causing James to open, then close his mouth without response.

Angelina arrived soon as well to inform them she'd managed to get permission to reform their Quidditch team.

"Oh thank Merlin!" All four boys cheered with relief while Lily rolled her eyes indulgently and hoped this chapter would just skip to that match already, she was already sick of hearing it.

Harry and Ron cheered at the idea as she told them they were having a practice that night. She managed to walk away in time to avoid getting pelted by Peeves, who instead hit a first-year.

The smile vanished from Ron as a crack of thunder lit the downpour outside.

"Best get used to that," James's smile didn't dim in the least at the reminder of the weather, "Quidditch holds for no storm."

Sirius winced in remembrance of the last storm Harry played in, and couldn't decide if he was rooting for Snuffles to make another appearance, though at least there wouldn't be dementors this time.

Ron voiced the hope that would begin to lighten up by practice, but Hermione gave no indication she'd even heard him.

Harry asked if she was still thinking about Snuffles?

"Not that I'm not intensely flattered I consume so many of her thoughts-"

"Your point's sharper the sooner you get to it Padfoot," Remus rolled his eyes.

"-but why was that your first thought?" Sirius finished as if he'd never interrupted.

"It was on my mind, I tend to get a little panicky about such things when my godfather was nearly captured less than twenty-four hours ago," Harry said so sharply Sirius dropped the joke at once.

Hermione said slowly she was more wondering, that they were doing the right thing.

"Regarding?" James prompted when Remus trailed off.

"Nope, that's where she stopped," Remus shrugged.

The boys exchanged a look before Ron stated he was quite glad she'd been clear on that, it would have been annoying if she'd been vague or something.

"Honestly, I don't know how you can stand her," Sirius grinned in agreement.

Hermione finally looked at them and admitted she was having doubts about doing the right thing with this Defense group.

"It was her idea?" Lily balked in confusion. "What's she playing at?"

"She certainly wasn't acting like this even after the bill was passed, her precious laws," Remus agreed with a confused scowl for this abrupt change.

The boys were shocked at her as she twisted her fingers and began admitting that after talking to Snuffles- Harry interrupted to remind he'd been all for the idea.

Hermione looked guiltily out the window as she admitted this was what was causing her doubts.

Sirius had yet felt more insulted by anyone, but Hermione just kept managing to hit him with the hardest blows lately, and this is one he'd give her a good snap for. He hadn't argued the point when she'd accused him of being insane, he half believed her no matter how terrified it made him. He'd given in to Molly helping him to look after Harry, Merlin knew it would be foolish to turn down anyone willing with all the trouble his godson was clearly going to get up to, but this? Was Hermione really saying if he'd told the lot of them off she'd be even more gung-ho for the idea? It was of the utmost insulting to his pride that his encouraging Harry along with something now was putting Hermione on the ropes!

Sirius' silent fuming was nothing compared to the other fours outburst of Hermione's line of thinking on this one. She'd said some pretty nasty things about their friend, and she continued to do it without a care for anyone, clearly not Harry. His one vague parent in his life and Hermione was saying they should no longer do something because he'd given the okay for it?

The only good thing Hermione's snide comment had done was fixed the Marauder's problem aside if for a moment. Watching Remus tersely mutter a few things about Hermione gave James and Sirius a nice firm reminder their Moony had yet to ignore Harry or anyone in any sense, and Remus forced himself to keep going after a moment just in hopes Harry might put a dung bomb in her face for the comment.

Harry snapped in outrage Hermione no longer thought her idea was a good one just because Sirius thought so as well?

Hermione asked how well he trusted his judgment, and Harry said without a doubt. An ink pellet chose that moment to strike Katie, and Hermione took her time in responding by watching the girl throw curses at the Poltergeist.

"First the twins, now Peeves, does someone have it out for Katie?" Lily couldn't help but frown for the poor girl.

It was a few moments before Hermione spoke again and it sounded as though she was choosing her words very carefully.

"Not carefully enough as she's still saying them," James hissed in disgust.

Asking if perhaps Sirius wanted them to be reckless as a way to cope with where he was stuck at.

"He rode off the back of an executed hippogriff thanks to her illegal help, and she's got the nerve to call him reckless!" James spat. "Honestly, sometimes I swear I question Hermione's sanity."

Harry was not going to come to his friend's defense on this one, that was a low blow against someone who meant the world to him, he could not see Hermione's point on this in any way.

That he might be trying to live through them by egging them on? He would love to be forming secret societies right under the Ministry's nose and so would be encouraging anyone else to do it for his own amusement.

Lily chewed on her tongue for a moment as she considered her words before ungraciously saying, "She's half right on that at least, certainly got the motive anyways, though I still can't see that last part as his real intention. He's bored, but would never do something to really get Harry into trouble if the cause wasn't worth it."

James frowned heavily at her, but didn't bite her head off as she hadn't exactly said anything explicitly wrong, though it rankled him she wouldn't just be as mad as the rest of them for this.

Ron told her she sounded like his mother.

Sirius made a deep throated noise that might have been a laugh if he wasn't scoffing in disgust.

Hermione bit her lip and did not answer. The bell rang just as Peeves swooped down on Katie and emptied an entire ink bottle over her head.

"Fitting," Sirius murmured, his tone more distant than ever. He didn't agree with Hermione on this one, not one little bit, but if anything, he was starting to feel a touch of hope again. If Hermione could be so wildly inaccurate about this, maybe her own mind was exaggerating whatever she'd seen of him over the summer. Still though, could both she and Molly be so wrong? They did seem rather similar, and no one else had paid that comment any mind of his unstable mind, perhaps he'd read too much into it? After all, as had been proven several times now, Hermione didn't know everything.

Ron's hope was not fulfilled, as seven rolled around the boys all trounced down through the downpour to that evening's practice, coming into the locker room to find Fred and George muttering to each other about trying to use one of their Snacks to get out of practice.

"Wouldn't she know it was a ruse though?" Sirius asked at once with absolute enthusiasm, he really hated all the sour looks around him all involving him, he was supposed to be the one to keep those looks away and Sirius did not fail at his job. "The twins haven't been subtle about them to the student body, so if they randomly get sick for no reason, I imagine she'd call them out on their bull."

James hesitated, but his mind was now caught on the issue and he couldn't help but respond, "honestly, I'm a bit insulted they're trying at all, come on men, they could be playing their game in this weather, this is keen practice you can't fake."

"The both of you should be hospitalized," Remus grumbled as he flipped the page.

Fred wasn't on the idea, saying she'd know what they were doing since he'd tried to sell her a Puking Pastille yesterday.

Sirius grinned pompously for thinking exactly like the twins, and was honestly disappointed no one pointed it out for him, so he'd just have to bask in his own glory.

George offered the Fever Fudge, as no one had seen that one yet.

"Nah, still the same idea," Sirius wouldn't let his moment go, "randomly sick, she'll know they're faking it."

"Hey look, I was right about a fever pill," James grinned.

Ron asked if they'd share a bit of that, and the twins confessed it wasn't on the market for a reason yet, it caused boils they had yet to be rid of. Ron looked at his brothers in confusion, saying he didn't see any boils on them, and Fred stated it wasn't on an area they commonly displayed, George agreeing it made sitting on a broom a right pain in the-

"Place they get their boils?" Lily finished helpfully as all four boys winced. Honestly Lily found it a miracle broom riding persisted at all, for as uncomfortable as it seemed to be riding on sticks of wood with only your legs to support you, it must be ten times more uncomfortable for lads. She'd never ridden on a horse or a motorbike, but she imagined a combination of the two on something even smaller just would not make for a pleasant experience no matter what her husband tried to tell her.

Angelina chose that moment to enter, saying she was aware how bad the weather was, but as these could be the very conditions of their first game it was an excellent training opportunity.

"Your team's already got the advantage for this anyways!" Remus cheered slightly at the thought even if he was still shifting a bit uncomfortably at the twins' predicament. "The Slytherin's opted out of that one like the cowards they are, you've already far more practice with this weather."

"Ah karma," James and Sirius grinned.

Then she asked Harry about what he'd done to his glasses during that rain?

"Is that really not a common spell anymore?" James seemed mystified these upperclassmen didn't know it, then again as he thought back, he couldn't quite remember who'd taught him that spell either. It may have actually been his dad, and like the cleaning spell, only been passed down from word of mouth so he supposed it was possible none of the others would know this, though now he was curious who would have mentioned it to Hermione. Perhaps Flitwick if Hermione was asking for even more extra work at the beginning of the year?

Harry showed them the spell Impervius.

"Look at you passing on useful wisdom already," Remus grinned. "You'll be a natural at this."

Harry grinned sheepishly even as he did jitter with excitement to get to his first Du- err, Defense meeting. His brain fizzled a bit as he tried to understand for a moment what else he'd been fixing to call it, but the idea was gone the moment he'd thought of it.

The whole team performed the spell as well, but it helped nothing by the time they were in the open, it was clear very soon no one had much clue what anyone else was doing, visibility was nonexistent.

"How on earth do the Chasers communicate in that set up?" Lily couldn't stop the intrigue creeping into her voice for this idea.

"A lot of practice in these conditions, learning silent and very subtle signals from each other, having to stay close enough to keep up those communications but also still at a far enough distance you're keeping tabs on the other team's Chasers. I actually set up this routine where every time I slapped at my shoe the partner on my right, you remember Bishop, she'd toss the ball as high as she could and it was always Pessins job to snatch it away as a quick diversion tactic-" James eagerly launched at once into some of his own spins on this.

Lily actually watched with some interest for a moment, as she'd never put much into the game even while dating him during seventh year, but suddenly she realized she'd never really bothered to listen to him either. She admired when he got so intense over the subject, but the actual techniques had always been lost on her as she'd never intended to hear these details.

It took the other three a moment to realize Lily wasn't going to cut James off, for once, and Remus cleared his throat loudly to do it for her as he was delving into an intensely detailed account of the effects of wind per hour on the tailwind that could be created in the right circumstances. Lily gave herself a little shake and looked back to him in surprise, almost as if she'd forgotten there was an audience, as he continued.

Angelina finally called it quits after an hour, Fred and George having to hobble back to the changing room, Fred hissing about how his had ruptured. George told him he was lucky, his were still throbbing and had grown bigger.

Remus experienced intense pain on a monthly basis, and he was still managing to read that with a wince of horror upon every word for the poor twins' circumstances with this.

It was Harry though who cried out in pain as he pressed a towel to his face, as his scar had seared more painfully than it had in weeks.

Lily's teeth sunk into now familiar scars upon her lower lip with nerves, her eyes resting protectively on her boy as he rubbed at his scar with remembered pain, his face screwed tight as he forced himself not to acknowledge what about these had his mind spinning with the most intense emotion he'd ever experienced.

The team asked what had happened, but Harry quickly fibbed he'd just poked himself in the eye. As everyone was leaving though, Harry caught Ron's eye and he hung back.

"I'm sure that was as subtle as could be," Sirius shifted anxiously at this happening again. He wished it would stop, it made him clench with such unease he could have his own boils.

Ron guessed it had something to do with his scar, and when Harry confirmed this, Ron looked back towards the entrance with worry You-Know-Who couldn't be here now.

James felt his stomach churning in a panic, already his hand itching for his wand in fear of his son ever being back around that monster again, wasn't three traumatic experiences enough? Yet somehow, on the grounds of Hogwarts, would still cap them all.

Harry said that wasn't it, he was angry.

"Like he was when Crouch got away last year," Remus muttered, his mind racing to try and understand this. "So not a new experience like with Umbridge, in fact I'm now convinced she isn't connected to this. Voldemort was angry at that exact moment as well."

"Isn't there something he could do to block this though!" Lily yelped, fear vibrating so much from her being it had its own tangibility. "Harry has his own anger to be dealing with, he really doesn't need to know when Voldemort is as well."

Harry looked around hopefully, but the only answer any of the Marauders could have offered was Occlumency, and they weren't even sure if that would solve this problem. This...connection Harry had with Voldemort wasn't like anything they had come across, certainly nothing they understood enough to speculate on to even begin offering a cure, let alone some aid to help in stopping this.

When Lily realized the only answer to her own rhetorical question, she couldn't bring herself to mention it either, why instill false hope for even a second, and so spoke to him with the only thing she could offer, "in anything that happens dear, at least I know you'll get through it."

"You've such confidence," Harry sighed. He wished he could agree with her, and the distance he was forcing himself to have from his memories at the moment to not understand a painful answer was helping him towards believing her, which was the only way he could wave Remus to keep going with any semblance of looking okay.

Ron sank down beside him on the bench as Ron asked how he knew that, but even Harry wasn't sure. The words had slipped out of his mouth with no knowledge of where they came from, but he kept going in this same way, something Voldemort wanted done, and it wasn't happening fast enough.

Their worry for this happening to him remained at its highest level at this news, and yet they were all forcing themselves not to panic as if this were new again. This was just like Harry's dreams from last year, only now he was getting this information without having to be asleep, and it was hurting his scar less, at least he wasn't screaming in pain...yet. However, with every new development Harry continued to contract from Voldemort's feelings, the harder it got to pretend there even was a solution out there.

Remus wondered if Harry could even start exhibiting these problems in this time now. After all, a Voldemort with a body did exist currently, though he had yet to curse their Harry, so perhaps that would continue to prevent his future counterpart from experiencing this ever? He could only hope, and even if not, they still had time to find some kind of solution. Voldemort had his body back for many months before Harry's problem started exhibiting symptoms this bad.

Ron asked how Harry could know this, and Harry admitted he had no clue. Then Ron asked if this was what had happened before around Umbridge, anger?

Harry thought back to that moment, assessing it now from a distance, and realized that moment of swooping in his gut had been joy, but he hadn't known it for what it was at the time because he'd been so miserable himself in that moment.

"Okay, so that one is new," James groaned as their only solace was torn from beneath their feet.

"Was happiness a new one?" Lily at once tried to keep a single wall up. "I think we can count Crouch's escape and subsequent owl saying he was dead as both, don't you, so I think we can still say this is, well not normal, but not new," Lily's voice was breaking at the end with the strain of holding onto her own hope.

"Yes Lily, I'm-I'm sure that's it," Remus forced himself to agree past the lump in his throat, all eyes both trying to avoid Harry and watch him with deep worry all at once. This never got easier to hear about.

Harry explained the difference, he'd been pleased last time, but right now he was very angry.

He looked up to meet Ron's eyes, and found him gaping at him before saying he could take over Trelawney's job.

"Now is not the time for insults Ronald," Lily said tartly while Sirius forced a laugh he didn't feel.

Harry corrected he wasn't making predictions. Ron took a moment to agree, Harry was in fact reading You-Know-Who's mind.

Harry felt a tingling sensation at the crown of his head. Something about that, regarding Voldemort's mind, he truly should remember- then Remus muttered something under his breath Sirius genuinely laughed at, and Harry was looking to his parents who were sharing a fond smile as they always did whenever those two quietly snarked at each other, and Harry refused to let that pain be his undoing when he had them around him for support.

Harry tried to say it was more like getting flashes of his mood, Dumbledore had warned this was happening last year when Voldemort was near or angry, well now when he was pleased too.

Sirius could not seem to get the message to his brain, or never bothered trying, that this was a bad idea as he began mocking, "can you imagine if you got his whole range? Peckish, depressed, smug, horn-"

"Padfoot," Remus pleasantly informed him, "not in front of the kid," he happily indicated the infant on the ground, and Sirius clipped his mouth right shut as Remus moved along.

Ron saw this as an opportunity to again tell Harry he should go say all this to Dumbledore, but Harry refused at once, saying he'd just said Dumbledore knew this was happening, there was no point.

Harry crossed his arms definitively, waiting for someone to tell him he was being an idiot again, but to his surprise no one did.

James wasn't happy about it, but he told Harry, "I wish you'd think about this decision a bit more, this isn't just about you and Dumbledore's problems, Voldemort is a threat to the whole world and any news about him should be kept up to date with the man who's got the best idea on how to stop him, but it's not as if anyone can force you to send this along. You didn't ask for this job of being Voldemort's antenna."

Harry winced anyways, the message had come across clear enough. Harry suddenly did feel petty, and his worry he was constantly trying to bury lately was rearing full force in concern that his stubbornness was going to get someone killed.

Ron still said Dumbledore would want to know this, but Harry just shrugged,

"News pertinent to the fate of the world, and our young Harry just shrugs it off," Remus muttered for Sirius alone, who smiled absently in agreement.

before reminding they had Charms homework to get to.

"Never thought he'd put homework above stopping the villain of all evil, seems Hermione's got his priorities sorted for him," Sirius whispered back.

Harry was thankful the subject did not come up again as they headed upstairs, but his own mind wouldn't shut off as he thought for the first time in many months what Sirius had told him his first night in Grimmauld Place. Voldemort was searching for something, like a weapon, something he didn't have last time.

They all shifted in unease as Sirius' words came floating back like that. Like a weapon that he didn't have last time...but the endless possibilities of what that could be without any kind of information was no more helpful now than it had been when Sirius first passed that information along. Remus still felt like clocking him and himself for not having said the answer already, it was maddening.

Harry hadn't even speculated on this in ages, too busy dwelling on the Ministry interference.

"Honestly neither have I," James agreed, "I found the issues going on at our school just a bit more current and pressing, I still trust the Order to be handling whatever my friends are being cryptic about."

"So glad you have," Lily grumbled, "my brain's been going crazy keeping track of everything I want to be keeping track of, and that's currently a very top concern."

James ran his hand lovingly through the fiery hair, and then began playing with it helping her to relax for just a moment.

Harry now wondered if Voldemort's anger was connected to this weapon. Had the Order thwarted him in getting it? What was it? Where was it? Who had it now?

"All excellent questions," Remus heaved a heavy sigh.

He was forced back to his surroundings by entering the nearly empty common room. Thankfully Hermione had gone off to bed so he didn't have to hear the same advice twice, and instead he tried to get to work on his Charms work. Ron still kept giving him anxious looks as he began their assignment, but sadly Harry's mind was so distracted, he'd hardly written a word by the time Ron called it a night.

Even being very low on her list of worries, Lily still shot Harry an anxious look, though in understanding. Homework wasn't exactly something helpful to take your mind off your problems.

Midnight came and went while Harry was reading and rereading a passage about the uses of scurvy-grass, lovage and sneezewort and not taking in a word of it.

"Well it's no wonder you weren't making any progress on your Charms homework," Lily suddenly snorted in surprise as Remus reread that to make sure he had it right. "Those are potion ingredients love."

"Maybe that's why Ron was looking at you anxiously," Sirius wasn't trying very hard to fight off a grin, "you were in the wrong book mate, and he was too afraid to correct you."

Harry actually gave them a bemused smile for the odd slip, but it was better than that worry line that had yet to leave his face for any length of time lately.

Phrases from the book kept leaping out at him about the effects of these plants causing recklessness...

"Urgh, who'd have thought reading about Voldemort's emotions would still be more interesting than listening to this nonsense," James grumbled.

but then his mind would trail off as he remembered Hermione calling Sirius reckless...

and back and forth it went as Harry kept reading passages and still wondering about all his problems, like how his connection with Voldemort had never been explained satisfactorily by Dumbledore.

Lily couldn't help but smile though, finding it fascinating as Harry linked such ingredients together with his real world problems, that truly was a good studying techniques if he'd actually been taking it in.

...the wizard is desirous . . .

"You don't have to remind me of how desirable I am Moony," Sirius preened, while Remus flicked him in the nose before loudly moving on.

and all Harry wanted to do was sleep...

which produced hot-headedness...

and his chair was so comfy, and the fire was warm as if all around him...Harry was walking along a long, dark corridor with a door at the end of the passage that had no knob...

Harry'd had many moments so far where he'd understood without knowing how the importance of something, and this was by far the worst of all. Something about that door, it would mean something to his future, something terrible, and yet to put this into words, to make that fear tangible and real, would be a pain his mind could not cope with, he understood this better than ever of himself, and that scared him most of all. What happened in there that finally he wasn't willing to look ahead and see?

The worst part was when Harry forced himself back out of his mind and realized his moment had not gone unnoticed. They were all as tense as when his connection to Voldemort had been spoken of, yet they did not understand, how could they? It must simply be a dream with no other meaning, what terrible thing could be causing Harry the pain they'd seen on his face from some simple restless sleep he'd been having for months?

Harry was sharply awoken by Dobby saying right in his face he had his owl for him.

"Dobby's back!" Sirius cheered far too loudly, startling Harry enough he gave a small attempt at a smile for the distraction.

"With Hedwig, oddly enough," Remus agreed fondly as he pictured how this could have come about, though now Harry was all but relieved he finally could have his pet safe again.

Harry was practically wiggling with happiness at this development, not only because he was getting his owl back good as new, but he had a funny feeling Dobby would be of much help this night.

Harry had to gaze at him through sleep thick eyes before focusing on a peculiar sight. The elf's features were quite disfigured until Harry realized his feet were not in fact enlarged but covered in every sock Hermione had knitted, along with all her hats perched on top of each other right up to Harry's height where Hedwig sat on top, hooting happily to see him again.

James blinked slowly as the image was painted, before declaring, "I have questions."

"Yeah, why was Dobby the one to return Hedwig?" Remus frowned.

"No," James rolled his eyes at his friends one track mind, "what was that bit about Dobby wearing all the hats?"

Remus reread that bit while Sirius started giggling at the idea. He'd been imagining an overflowing bin full of lost and found items, but this was even better if Dobby had decided to keep them all for himself, and he now wondered if the little elf made a regular habit of this.

Dobby had volunteered to bring Harry Potter back his owl for him, while Hedwig happily hopped perches to Harry's shoulder. He began stroking her contently as he kept eyeing Dobby, asking if he'd taken every one of Hermione's items?

Dobby said no, he'd been sharing with Winky.

Lily grinned happily at the idea, Dobby had always been shown to care for others and it was such a sweet thing to see this continued even while not having a master, it truly did just seem to be his nature.

Harry asked how she was coping, and Dobby's ears drooped as he explained no better than he'd last seen, she still rejected the garments he offered and drank in shame. The other house-elves of the school found Gryffindor Tower just as insulting a place now with all the hidden clothing.

"Oh dear," Lily frowned in concern, she'd never thought of that.

"I can see it though," James shrugged. "I guess if it did continue to happen and they realized what someone was trying to pull, yeah I can see this."

"Poor Dobby though." Remus had never heard such sympathy for the kindness in Sirius' voice as he said that. "Imagine how much work goes into one common room alone."

Remus just hoped Harry told this to Hermione, hopefully making her realize she was in fact doing the opposite of what she'd set out to do and only making one elf work harder.

"Technically her idea was working though," James couldn't help a teasing grin on his face. "Gryffindor tower wasn't being cleaned by a slave, Dobby was being paid."

"Har, har," Lily said dryly.

Dobby cleaned the whole place by himself now, which he was happy to do of course, for now he got to see Harry Potter on this night! He then mentioned Harry Potter had been muttering in his sleep, and Dobby asked if he'd been having bad dreams?

Harry rubbed at his eyes as he muttered he'd had worse.

"There's the bright side," Lily tried for a grin that didn't quite meet her eyes, as her son at once began rubbing in agitation at his scar for the reminder.

The elf surveyed Harry out of his vast, orb-like eyes. Then he said very seriously,

"I'd take Dobby over Kreacher any day, was that an offer?" Sirius said with hope, and was ignored.

if Dobby could be of any help to Harry Potter with anything?

Harry smiled and thanked him even as he declined the offer, while bending down to pick up his dropped book, deciding he'd have to finish his Potions essay tomorrow.

"I continue to realize just how sleep deprived you were," James went back to laughing at that. "You fell asleep practicing Charms and at some point accidentally switched to an even worse assignment."

As Harry closed the book the back of his right hand was illuminated in the fire light, the results of his detentions with Umbridge still leaving the scars visible.

Remus managed to read that as if actually throwing burning knives that landed on no one in here. Sometimes Harry managed to forget how scary the lot of them could be until something like this came up.

Then Harry turned slowly back to Dobby as he said maybe the elf could know something helpful.

"What's this you're on?" Sirius asked eagerly at the happy smile curling across Harry's face. If anything could erase that lurking feeling from before it was focusing on his group, and he had a good feeling of where this was going that had more to do with Dobby.

Did he know a place where twenty-eight people could practice Defense without anyone, especially Umbridge, knowing?

"That's, brilliant!" Remus gaped in shock before turning wide eyed to Harry. "The elves know more about that castle than anyone, if there is such a place than they'd know."

"I wouldn't think they do though," James was pouting a bit, mostly because this idea had not crossed his mind, and he'd be even more sour if the elves really knew something about that school he didn't.

Harry expected Dobby to say he'd look but not to get his hopes up, but instead the elf gave a happy little clap and a squeal of excitement.

"This elf is ruining my childhood," Sirius declared, though there was nothing but a smile on him for seeing Dobby clearly thought he did have an answer, "knowing something about that castle we don't."

"I don't understand how really," Remus was thinking about this reaction and still thinking of their map in his head and still no area was coming to mind.

Harry wasn't going to let them wallow long, he was waving Remus very eagerly on for the answer to this already, he just knew the Marauders were going to love it.

Dobby at once began telling of a place only the schools house-elves knew of, known as the Room of Requirement.

"That's it!" Harry pumped his fist, looking so giddy he may have rediscovered another Quidditch Cup win. "The Room of Requirement, I know that!"

"But we've never heard of that," James wouldn't let that one go. "Not from anything in the school, the ghosts or paintings..." then he trailed off with a further pout as he suddenly realized who they never had tried to get information from in that school. Stupid really now that he realized his mistake, but none of the Marauders had ever bothered to learn a single house-elf name in their time in school, but what if they had? What if this was purely a house-elf knowledge secret.

Sirius wouldn't let him pout long, now practically screaming in Remus' ear, "well get on with it man! Can you believe this, Harry's now found two things in that school we never have, and I want to get to hearing about it!"

"Hopefully this one does not contain a killer snake," Lily muttered even as she kept watching curiously to find out more as well.

Harry asked why it was called that.

Dobby said seriously, because it was a room a person could only enter

Sirius opened his mouth again but stopped surprisingly quickly at just a warning look from Remus, he wanted to hear this too much.

if they had real need of it. Dobby used it to put Winky to sleep when she drank too much, and the room provided a nice elf sized bed for her. Filch had been known to randomly come across it and find extra cleaning materials-

Harry finished for him if it could possibly fill up with chamber pots, a conversation from his day at the Yule Ball coming back to him.

"Oh my wand!" Sirius yelped in further excitement. "This is magnificent, even Dumbledore doesn't actually know about it, but it was mentioned ages ago! This is brilliant."

"He could have been lying," Remus said with a bemused smile as he remembered the snorted in goulash. "Just didn't pass along to Karkaroff the full story."

"Nah, this must be something people stumble across," James said as he was now thinking back to every passage in the school and trying to think if they could have actually stumbled across it without realizing at one point, and hoped Dobby would tell details of where this place was soon.

Harry eagerly asked how many people knew about this place, and Dobby said it was very much a secret, hardly anyone who found it realized how to get back again. Harry asked if he could be shown where it was right now, and though Dobby agreed at once, Harry wavered on his own decision as a Hermione like voice reminded him of the late hour.

"And?" Sirius' eyes were about to fall out of his head with wonder at this new treat being hovered above him. "Priorities man, this is far more important than getting your beauty sleep, which is a lost cause on you anyways."

"Thank you Padfoot, my son always wanted to hear you making cracks at him like that," James snorted.

At first, Sirius just smirked, but then it quickly faltered as it clicked in his head, was that what Hermione and Molly were hearing from him at Grimmauld place? Him wanting to make old cracks about James but now about Harry? Sirius had been perfectly clear headed in aiming that jab at his pup, he couldn't resist with their similarities and though he could only imagine how painful it must be for him to be without Prongs in the future, was this really the reason for their worries? If so, then they seemed almost as laughable as James had tried to tell him they were...

With regret Harry did not have Dobby show him, but rather decided he wanted a plan before going.

"Planning to get through the halls?" Remus demanded of Harry faintly. "Honestly, you've traveled through plenty of times, now you're just getting paranoid and letting Hermione rub off on you."

Lily rubbed at her temple and wished her son had one good male influence who didn't constantly egg him into breaking school rules, but then she realized she'd hardly spoken up herself against the idea and quickly stopped with a faint smile.

Instead he asked for exact details on where and how to get into this place.

Classes the next day were miserable, hardly anyone could hear Professor Sprout in the greenhouse with the bullet like rain drowning out her words, and Care of Magical Creatures had been canceled altogether. Even Angelina conceded there'd be no practice tonight.

Harry told her good,

"I've never heard such a blasphemous sentence in my life," James said flatly, while Harry stuck his tongue out at him.

because he'd found a place for their first meeting. Tonight at eight, go to the seventh floor opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls.

Bad mood instantly gone, James snapped his fingers in glee and shouted, "we do know that place!"

"Oh yeah," Sirius nodded to himself, "that was a secret entrance out of the castle for us though. We only used it once, because it was so bloody hard to pin down how to figure out it's switch."

"We stumbled across it one day while um, while we were trying to discuss some easier methods of sneaking out into the Shrieking Shack," Remus offered. He paled, hesitated, but saw no point in not recounting this for Harry no matter how badly it hurt his soul, the problem was he couldn't think how to say his name without biting his tongue off, and he just hoped Harry understood the implications. "Someone tripped over a stray brick suddenly peaking out of the wall, and we pulled it and it opened into a low earth tunnel that let out right on the perfect edge of the Forest, just far enough away from the Willow we could slip in without being seen while not being so close the tree would come right up and get us."

"We only used it that one time though," James sighed, "as Sirius said, we couldn't figure out how to activate it or what we'd done to get it to work. Never even added it to the map as it was of no help if we couldn't use it."

"So this tunnel you wanted out of the castle popped into existence because you had need of it," Lily worked out.

"Apparently it'll create anything you have need of," Harry agreed, that smile yet to have fallen off his face.

"But how does it work though!" Sirius demanded, bouncing slightly in anticipation. "Clearly it must be easier than we ever realized, we tried all manner of things to break that door back open, even paid a ghost to go through the wall for us and there was nothing on the other side! How does Dobby manage to get it open on a regular basis for Winky?"

Harry merely pursed his lips though, a smile still pushing through as he refused to answer, saying, "don't want to jinx this and my head to start hurting if I tell too soon."

"Now you're just being cruel," James groaned, knowing full well Harry was messing with the lot of them with that excuse, but no one argued the point, much.

Remus turned back to the pages very eagerly, feeling sixteen again and trying to tackle on the Marauders latest project.

Angelina agreed she'd tell Katie and Alicia, while Hermione was frowning at him again.

She asked if he really trusted Dobby to help with this? Last time he had, all the bones in his arm had left for a day.

"Technically a fool did that, Dobby was trying to take your head off," James reminded with almost amusement this time, the instance got funnier the more he grew to like Dobby, and what the little elf had just done for his life certainly helped with that. He wasn't even that put out anymore he hadn't discovered this on his own, all he'd ever wanted for his son at school was to discover his own adventures and this was certainly the best one yet in his opinion.

Harry lightly fibbed Dumbledore had once mentioned it to him in passing as well, and Hermione then raised no more objections.

Sirius couldn't help his expression souring for a moment over her. He truly disliked her moments where she decided just because someone like Dumbledore said it was okay made everything peaches with the girl. If it wasn't for making friends with Harry, Sirius was now confident from that statement alone Hermione would be in line with the Ministry if it wasn't for that troll so many years ago.

The rest of the day was spent making sure all members had gotten the message, and though Harry was disappointed to learn Ginny had found Cho first,

Harry suddenly hoped topic of this new room never ended, as it was the first time the Marauders hardly gave his crush a passing thought they were too eager to hear of this new place.

by dinner Harry had a full count everyone knew where to go. At half past seven the trio left for the place early, Harry clutching an aged parchment, and looking around nervously about being caught on their way.

"You lot honestly disappoint me with how shifty you can get over the silliest things," Sirius muttered under his breath, still watching the pages with burning eyes.

As their portrait hole fell out of earshot, Harry rapped his bit of parchment and said 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.'

While Sirius and James preened at the mention of their map again, Remus thought back in confusion and asked, "when did you get that back from Moody, err, the fake Moody?"

"Oh, I snuck up there and filched it from his office soon as I was let out of the hospital wing," Harry shrugged. "Didn't even occur to me till now that wasn't mentioned." He kept thinking on it as he added, "all of Moody's stuff had already been emptied out, I've no clue where, so I was really worried for a moment I wouldn't find it, but I went through his desk and there it was, practically the only thing left in the room." He finished with a vaguely happy feeling this wasn't an accident on someone's part.

The Marauders Map came into existence, revealing the location of everyone on the premises of the school. Filch and his cat were floors below, and Umbridge was in her office, giving them relief to go along to the corridor and follow Dobby's instructions. He'd told to walk past this bit of wall three times, concentrating on what was needed.

Lily burst out into full blown laughter at the look on her boys faces.

"That's it!" James spluttered in disappointment. "We got detention for three months trying to blow up that wall to get back behind that, and you just had to walk around asking it?"

"That's so, Ravenclaw," Remus crinkled his nose at the idea. "Oh just ask for help, someone'll come along."

"Actually, that's not a bad idea Moony," Sirius suddenly nodded to himself. "Remember how Lily said all the Founders supposedly did something for the school?"

"You were listening?" Lily raised a surprised brow while Sirius ignored her.

"What if this was Rowena Ravenclaw's idea, seems her type of thing."*

"I wouldn't bet against you," James nodded serenely at the idea.

"So Ravenclaw both found the location for the school, and put one of the most fascinating rooms in it," Lily grinned, which only stretched wider at all the confused faces. "If you lot had bothered to ever read Hogwarts a History, you'd have found the passage that mentions how Rowena Ravenclaw apparently found the location for the school from a dream where a warty hog led her there."

"Good to know the woman who created the house for the intelligent was so barmy," Sirius rolled his eyes. He'd never questioned how his school had got its name and been happier not knowing it came from such a silly place.

Remus impatiently tried to keep going for more information about this splendid bit of the castle they were going to be exploring for the first time.

Harry's thoughts were centered around the simple request of a place they could learn to fight. On his third pass, a brass handle appeared on the wall.

Every word was being taken in by all with the highest concentration, though for two different reasons. The four graduates were stoked for something new, another layer to the castle they'd never had the pleasure of discovering, but now Harry had! Harry was confident this room meant something great to him, something very significant for his life for far more reasons than just a secret meeting place.

Once pulled, a door swung open to reveal a large magnificent room, the walls were lined with wooden bookcases

"Wonder who was asking for those," Sirius couldn't help but snip under his breath.

the floor was plush and full of comfortable cushions, and on a shelf sat a range of Dark detectors Harry could identify as belonging to the fake Moody last year.

"How on Earth did that stuff end up in there?" Lily yipped in surprise.

They all sat there for several long moments as they struggled to figure out why, before Remus said slowly, "maybe, it was the house-elves? If they were told to clean out Moody's office, and the real Moody didn't want his things back, perhaps the elves put his things into the Room of Requirement as a sort of storage? Dobby did say the elves used it for different reasons instead of just hiding away the drunk ones."

"I can see where you're going with that," James nodded, Harry honestly hoping he'd keep going, the idea appealing to him there was just a whole room full of junk things hidden away over the years...

Ron prodded a cushion with his foot happily as he said how much good these were going to be when practicing stunning spells.

"You mean he doesn't miss falling to the hard ground while Hermione told him to aim?" Lily giggled.

Hermione ran to the nearest book shelf and began running her thumb over the numerous titles with glee.

"Oh yes, a magical room appears to you, and you ask for a second library! Brilliant," James mocked.

She looked back around at Harry, who saw for the first time she really believed in this room, in this idea.

"Was that all it took!" Remus clapped himself on the forehead.

She at once pulled a book from a shelf and sank into the nearest cushion to begin reading it.

"Well she'll be out of your hair for a good, what do you say Prongs, two weeks to read the lot?" Sirius stated.

"He said a hundred," James thought in his mind, "I want to say at least a month."

"You're forgetting this place can now conjure up whatever book Hermione pleases," Remus reminded, "I'm thinking we could lock Hermione in there and she wouldn't notice for far longer than one school year."

All three cracked up laughing while Harry and Lily exchanged amused smiles at imagining Hermione scowling at the lot.

Before long there was a knock on the door as the Gryffindor group arrived, and Harry waited until everyone arrived before going to the door and turning a key in the lock, the sound resonating through the room. Hermione marked her place and set it aside to look around.

"I think I won right there, Hermione clearly can be distracted," Sirius snickered.

Harry began nervously that they'd found the place.

"You're off to a great start with this teaching thing with such eloquent words," James chuckled.

Cho said how fantastic this was, while Fred was looking around in mild confusion, saying he and George had hidden in this place once, but it had been a one way broom cupboard.

"How on earth did the twins manage to run past this place three times while hiding from Filch?" Remus paused in confusion.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be three consecutive walk pasts, but they were leading him in a circle," James offered, thinking of a hidden nearby secret passage they could have been jumping from into another on the way to this place.

"Then what about Dumbledore, or Filch?" Remus persisted this new idea. "They know the castle well enough they'd have no reason to walk past the same place three times accidentally while going to something."**

"It's not like anyone in here can answer all that Moony," Sirius sighed with disappointment. "Boy do I wish we had Dobby here now, I'd interrogate the little bugger all day about that and more."

Dean jumped in to ask Harry what all those instruments were?

"Makes me wonder what Seamus thinks is going on," Remus questioned. "The two are such good friends, how's Dean sneaking off for so long without his friend questioning where?"

"Secret girlfriend?" Sirius offered with a shrug.

Harry briefly explained they were dark detectors, good for keeping an eye on your enemies, but turned dismissively away saying all your trust shouldn't be put in them. Then he paused in confusion as he saw a raised hand.

"Naww," Lily cooed before giggling just a touch at Harry's blush.

He asked what Hermione needed, and she said they should elect a leader.

"Naw gone," Sirius rolled his eyes, "is Hermione playing at a power trip?"

"Give her a chance," Remus waved him off, as he couldn't imagine Hermione setting Harry up like this only to pull something like that.

Cho snapped at once Harry was leader.

"You've certainly got a girl there who's not shy," James grinned which Harry happily denied acknowledging as his face went more red.

Hermione continued, unperturbed, that they should still vote him as such, it would give him authority and make it official. Saying everyone who thought Harry should be leader should raise their hand.

"Ah," Sirius acknowledged. "Yes, alright fine, that one made sense."

The whole group did such, even Zacharias.

Harry thanked her and tried to move on, but stumbled to a stop again as Hermione waved her hand eagerly through the air until she was called on to also say they should vote on a name, to promote team spirit.

"Team spirit?" James snorted. "We don't name the different Quidditch teams further than our houses."

"You lot gave yourselves a name," Lily rolled her eyes at him.

"That's different," Sirius said, looking wounded she'd compare such a thing, but his face blanched as did all the Marauders as that was too difficult to talk about considering what one particular member had done to them.

Harry did not force them to linger on the subject no matter how much he'd have liked to poke fun at them in that moment thinking they were so special.

Angelina said the Anti-Umbridge League.

"Bit on the nose," Remus grinned.

While Fred said the Ministry of Magic are Morons Group.

"Though that one had merits for life," James chuckled.

Hermione frowned at the suggestions, saying it should be something more covert they could say outside this room.

"Well that second one's still a winner then," Sirius smirked.

Cho offered the D. A., the Defense Association.

Ginny liked the initials, but said it should instead stand for Dumbledore's Army, as that was what the Ministry feared most.

"Well would you look at these two working together," Sirius' eyes gleamed in a whole other kind of laughter as he turned attention on Harry. "Best be careful pup, or Ginny and Colin's fan club may gain another member."

Harry struggled hard to hold a scowl on him even while he was far too happy in this moment. He'd rediscovered the name of a very special group to him, that alone caused him to smile without restraint, but there was something genuinely amusing about Ginny and Cho going back and forth like that he couldn't quite place a finger on.

There was a large amount of appreciative laughter for the idea, while Hermione took another vote and majority ruled, the motion was passed.

"Who decided this was a democracy?" James couldn't help but chuckle. "Harry could have wanted a benevolent dictatorship."

"I'm thinking Hermione would start a revolt against that, best let her pretend she's calling the shots while I'm the head piece," Harry said good naturedly.

Hermione even wrote the name down on the slip of parchment with all their names and pinned it to the wall. Harry finally began addressing them on what they'd be doing here, getting to practice. He wanted to start with the spell Expelliarmus. While basic, he'd found it useful-

Zacharias cut in what the point of such a spell would be against You-Know-Who?

"Open foot, insert mouth," Lily said darkly for this arse bringing up memories of her son having to survive that moment again.

Harry said coldly it had saved his life that night, but if it was beneath him he could leave.

The room went deathly silent, though Zacharias did not move. Harry went back to addressing them all with a bit more dry mouth as he said they should divide into pairs to practice.

It was odd for him to be giving instructions, but even more odd for him to watch them being taken.

"Good of you to start with something simple, in instructions and spell work," Remus praised the idea. "Work your way up to that benevolent dictatorship slowly," he finished with amusement.

Neville was left odd man out, so Harry opted to practice with him as he counted to three and everyone shot off the spell, to varying results. Harry pegged Neville first, who's wand shot across the room and he went to go fetch it. Harry then turned to watch the others, and was happy he'd started with something so basic, as a lot of shoddy work was going on.

Harry's own wand went flying then, as Neville had returned and shot the spell at Harry.

"Proving once and for all Neville's as skilled at magic as anyone," Lily said grimly, her thoughts still on how Snape treated him for his rather faulty work in potions. A little encouragement and he was already managing to strike Harry with the spell, he'd build up the speed necessary for a proper fight.

Neville shouted with joy what he'd done. Harry agreed it had been a good shot, deciding to keep to himself in a real duel the other person would not be gazing across the room, wand held loosely in hand.

"That's probably for the best," Remus agreed mildly, "encouragement first, constructive criticism when it's needed later."

Harry then told him to start rotating with Ron and Hermione while he went and gave the others some advice. He went over to Zacharias first, where something odd was happening. Every time he raised his wand to fire the spell, his own wand shot away though he didn't appear to be doing anything. Harry quickly spotted the source, Fred and George taking turns to practice the spell on the Hufflepuff.

"Technically, they weren't not following your choice of words," James began defending at once as if his son would start scolding the twins.

"Yeah, they're pairing off and practicing, just, you know, not on their partner," Sirius beamed with pride while Harry didn't bother hiding his laughter at any of this.

The twins quickly stopped their actions when they were caught though, and Harry went along to Ginny and Michael Corner, the later of whom either would not, or could not seem to bring himself to jinx her.

"One rather sad of such a simple spell, the other very sad of his mind set," James scoffed.

"You've never tried to jinx me," Lily reminded.

"I would if we'd ever been paired to practice together," James shrugged without remorse. "I know better than to try and go easy on you, you'd send something far worse than a disarming charm at me."

Lily smiled pleasantly without bothering to deny such a thing.

Ernie was using too much flamboyant wand movement and his partner was getting in under his guard more often than not, the Creevey brothers had terrible aim but good enough power and tended to send objects flying rather than wands as they missed. Luna's work tended to be patchy, occasionally cursing Justin's wand away, or else making his hair stand on end but nothing else happening.

Remus was reading all of this with pure fascination. One of the many reasons he loved teaching was to watch and learn all of the very different ways children could learn, and here was a wide variety of a group of students. He found himself making little notes in his own mind how he'd offer help with the mentioned problems, and then quickly tore that to shreds, refusing to acknowledge he was still entertaining the idea of going back to Hogwarts for this reason.

Harry tried to call for them to stop, but all the shouting mingled with his left him unheard. He wished he'd brought along a whistle, and then spotted one on the nearest shelf.

"This is the best room in existence!" James squealed. "Do you think it even has limitations? How many dungbombs could fill that room?"

Lily frowned at her husband, in times like these genuinely wondering if he'd suffered brain damage in his life for having such a one track mind.

He gave it a whistle and everyone desisted, Harry offering a few critiques before they all tried again. Harry watched as the general performance improved, walking around all pairs twice before deciding he couldn't avoid her anymore and heading towards Cho and her friend.

The moment she saw him coming over, she began garbling the spell, calling out Expelliarmious, no Exepllimellius!

"I think she should wait a few sessions before trying to improve upon or make up her own spell, best stick with it until you've got the basics of the spell down," Sirius pretended to patiently critic until he turned to Harry and finished flamboyantly, "then she and Harry can-"

Harry clapped his hand over his mouth while looking him right in the eyes, and Sirius responded by licking the digits, causing Harry to recoil in revulsion. While Sirius' nose was scrunched up with distaste as he stuck his tongue out and tried to look at it, Remus quickly kept going.

She apologized to Marietta for catching her sleeve on fire, while the girl put it out and glared at Harry as if he'd done it.

"Well technically you did," James was all for continuing while Sirius was temporarily distracted, "how dare Harry come in the vicinity and distract her with his mere presence."

"I will pay you to stop," Harry groaned.

"You can't pay me with my own money," James' smirk widened while Harry groaned louder.

Cho told Harry he'd made her nervous. Harry tried to tell her she'd been doing well, but at her look, he admitted she'd been doing it fine before he came over here.

"Least Harry keeps things straight," Remus chuckled.

Cho laughed while her friend's expression grew more sour. Cho told Harry to ignore her, she was just mad Cho was forcing her to come along. Marietta's mother had expressly forbidden her from doing anything to get on Umbridge's bad side as her mum worked for the Ministry.

Harry asked about Cho's own parents, and she agreed she'd been given the same advice, but she wasn't just going to sit around and not fight after what You-Know-Who had done to Cedric.

Causing both boys humor to dissipate at once from mocking Harry.

She stopped there and the two stood awkwardly for a moment before Harry was distracted by Terry Boot's wand flying past Harry's ear and hitting Alicia in the nose.

"Does someone have it out for the Gryffindor Chasers?" James demanded, slightly amused those two girls seemed to keep getting random injuries.

Luna walked over though, clearly having been eavesdropping and continuing the conversation about how her father would be encouraging the idea if he could after the number of things Fudge had done to goblins. Of course he also used the Department of Mysteries to poison those who disagreed with him,

"Honestly, I'd believe that one by now, Harry really should be watching what he's eating," James grumbled.

and used Umgubular Slashkilter-

Harry muttered at Cho not to ask while she opened her mouth, causing her to giggle.

"But I want to," Sirius pouted, long since knowing he'd have a hoot of fun with Luna if given the chance.

Hermione called for him then, asking for the time, and Harry was stunned himself to see an hour had already gone by. Harry called for silence again, telling them they'd all done very well for their first time and same time same place next week.

Dean wanted this to happen sooner, but Angelina cut in they had Quidditch practice to consider.

"I swear I keep expecting that girl to move down and live on the pitch," Lily rolled her eyes while James nodded for Angelina keeping that upfront.

Harry repeated next Wednesday, and they could add on more at that time if they could. The group dispersed into two's and three's again, Harry watching them all from his map to make sure everyone got back to their common rooms before curfew before the three left themselves for the Fat Lady.

Lily's face puckered with disappointment. It hadn't occurred to her till now, but had none of them really found a single Slytherin they could trust to bring into this? She'd spotted a dozen opportunities now, but none so wasted as this one to prove once and for all there was nothing wrong with the whole house, and if even one student had branched out and just tried to offer some help and support from that house it would have meant so much to her.

Ron and Hermione were already bickering over the night's events of who'd gotten whom more, Hermione saying he'd only officially managed one and she'd gotten him loads more.

"Was this argument really needed?" Remus frowned. "They were supposed to be getting each other, Hermione should be happy he pulled it off on his first day trying."

"I'm thinking Hermione's competitive side is smarting if Ron got her before she did," Sirius chuckled.

Ron said it was at least three, while Hermione snipped back if he was counting the time he'd stumbled forward and knocked the wand out of her hand-

"How did he even?" James full blown laughed at the imagery.

"I don't know what she's talking about, that still sounds like a point for Ron," Sirius agreed with chipper.

They argued about it the rest of the night, though Harry didn't hear a word, he was too distracted remembering he'd made Cho nervous.

"Time for dinner I think!" Harry said at once, looking pleadingly to his mother to back him up on this, who graciously agreed and pulled Harry into the kitchen with her to avoid the now very rowdy boys who were still chatting happily about all the ideas this room had given them.

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*I actually have headcannons of what the other two founders did for the school, but I'm saving those for later, for now I'd love to hear your own ideas.

**I'd love to hear some ideas on this one, because I find it really hard to believe so many people who should know the castle well enough not to get caught accidentally walking past the same spot three times get into this place.

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #reading the books #HP #OotP #Marauders #Jilly #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Regulus Black #Peter Pettigrew #Frank Longbottom #Alice Smith #lily Evans

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Remedy (Loaft)

This is made for a personal head canon in the Loaft verse. The original fics are by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors.

Ao3

If you asked three people how to get to Whickhills you’d have gotten four different answers. That was decades ago. Now, you get four answers, but they aren’t the same as they might have been.

When you make it to Whickhills, especially if it’s around the pagan holidays. Most Notably Beltane, Halloween, and Samhin. Or, the summer solstice, all hallow’s eve, and the winter solstice.

The people of Whickhills will chase visitors out before nightfall, to protect the visitors. However, the most infamous family to chase someone out is the Picani-Adams clan, about half of them are sweet as pie, and the other is hell on wheels.

There are several families that are a little odd, they live in Whickhills, all the families are odd. But a few stand out more than others.

The Whitaman family, distantly related to the knight of the spider prince’s court. The line split well before Margretta Fischer, if anyone had cared to know, most did not. A line of witches, though the last four generations have been hybrids, half fairy half witch. But the best in town for getting messages to and from the dead. The eldest still living, and most powerful in that family, Bia as everyone calls her, is said to have known the Spider Prince years and years ago. Bia was one of Roman’s friends, but not a close one until many years had passed and the witch himself had turned grey.

The Picani-Adams family, like stated before, are either the sweetest people in the world, or the most chaotic. Though they tend to like coffee, and know how to brew. With a definite sass streak, even in the sweet members of the clan, they can and will retaliate if pushed. The family has a nose for trouble, and a taste for adventure. But even stronger, they have a deep bond that few understand. The Picani-Adams also have a penchant for pranks, and the weird ability to stay out of trouble.

The Waller family is known for big blue eyes and even more so for strawberry blonde curls. They all have a pretty voice, though not the magic kind that the most famous Waller, Patton, had in his life. The Wallers are very loyal, and still run a farm. They still have the old barn door, where there are initials and messages carved into the old decaying wood.

The Sanders family, the most noticeably magic family. They all have some gift or other, the gift or storytelling, the gift or persuasion, the gift or wisdom. Many different gifts. Many different names and faces. Occasionally you’ll find a Sanders with slightly suspicious eyes, not often, but maybe the eyes are just slightly too much one color.

The Pennybackers. They have a penchant for befriending spiders. They’re typically kind, though the stray jerk is known to happen. With an affinity for stripes and oddly enough German, this family is loyal to the end.

There are also places that stand out, even to those that have lived there their entire life.

The old Gage house. It’s orchards are still tended to, but no one is quite sure who does it. The garden is still maintained and pumpkins grow very well in the soil, though no one knows why. Some times, especially around Beltane, Sahmin, and Halloween, the chimney has smoke coming from it and steps can be seen in the dirt path. Chickens are still kept in the coop.

A clearing in the woods, violets grow around it’s borders. Thornless blackberry bushes, and thornless red roses grow to the east. To the west in the clearing, marigolds and little blue flowers grow. Belladonna in the center, around an apple tree. Some people say the plants represent the Spider prince and his consorts. Some say the Lynx Queen uses it as her personal garden. Some say it’s the summer who looks half rotten, using his powers for good.

The graveyard. That often stands out to people, but this one isn’t the normal reason. It has flowers that grow across it and moss across every inch. The flowers that enter the place never die. The headstones stay clear and unweathered. Wind chimes hang around the place, but they never seem creepy.

Linda leans against the old Gauge house, it’s about two fifty in the morning on what is now Halloween. Everyone is asleep. Except apparently Linda, her wife Percy, their daughter Penny, and Linda’s pseudo uncle Remus.

A figure approaches the quartet, long air moving in the soft autumn breeze.

“You’re earlier than I expected.” The woman, Bia, smiles.

“I’m anxious is what I am.” Linda snorts.

Bia smiles softly, “I wouldn’t be. The things that went after your grandmother are gone.”

“So is she though.”

Bia just shakes her head, “I’m just here to help you reach out to them you know.”

“I know. Thank you Bia.”

“Bianca. My name, it’s Bianca.”

“What?”

“A gift kitty.” She smiles warmly, “Long overdue. Unasked for and freely given. Linda, your birthday was a few days ago, I’m sorry I was gone.”

“It’s just my Eight hundreth ninety second birthday.” Linda frowns, “It’s not important.”

Bia pulls something from her coat pocket, “Yeah it is kitty girl.”

Linda snorts, shaking her head, “If you say so.”

“It’s important Linny.” Percy says sharply, “I said so”

“Mom’s right mama.” Penny grins, her slightly too sharp teeth glinting.

Bia hands Linda an object, “I found it the other night, cleaning out some old boxes.”

Linda looks down, opening the small box she was handed. Several pieces of jewelry sit in it, all with her father’s guild and magic in them.

“How?”

“The town decided I should have all of them. And when they were all given to me it was so fresh I thought it would hurt you. I shouldn’t have kept them so long, they aren’t mine.”

“No, no, it’s not okay. Thank you.” Linda looks up, forcing a smile.

Bia smiles softly, “You don’t have to fake it Linda. I’m sure Remus, Percy, and Penny can take you not smiling.”

“We can Linny.” Percy says.

“C’mon Bobby.” Remus grins, “Let it go.”

Linda blinks, still straining her smile, “Why would you say I am faking a smile?”

Bia just hums, “you’re about as good at it right now as your papa was at lying.”

Linda rolls her eyes, “Whatever. Just tell them I love them, and miss them, and uh- thanks for everything.”

“I will. Anyone else want to add?”

“They raised a good girl.” Percy hums, “And I’m glad they had her”

“It’s boring here without them, no one to bother really.” Remus adds.

“I wish I had met them. They seem nice?” Penny adds.

Bia nods. She sits down in the grass, legs crossed and eyes closed. She hums softly, a hint of magic to her voice.

Her thoughts echo across the yard, the words each person asked to have relayed playing in the person’s voice. At the very end of the list it goes silent.

Bia stays still and quiet, breathing deeply.

A minute passes before she stands turning to Linda and smiling softly

“They say happy late birthday kitty girl. And that they’re proud of you.”

Bia turns to Percy, “They’re glad Linda has you.”

Penny looks up when Bit turns to her, “And that they will be glad to meet you one day in the far, far future.”

“And me?” Remus asks.

Bia laughs softly, “That you haven’t changed a bit.”

Bia pushes to her feet, stopping when she catches sight of twelve crows, who caw.

“Well that’s not great.” She sighs, shaking her head.

“What’s not great?”

“Twelve crows.”

“What?”

Bia laughs softly, “Surely May taught you the old crow rhyme. Twelve as I head it means a journey that’s soon at it’s end if I remember right.”

“Oh.” Linda sighs, “But that doesn’t make sense.”

“It never does.”

Bia sighs, “I should go. Deliliah will be worried if I’m late. Good night, I’ll see you later.”

“Good night Bianca.” Linda calls.

-__+__-

A month passes and no one seems to remember the crow warning. Because, it isn’t often that twelve crows group on the roof of an old house.

Linda finds herself faced with a hunter, unfortunately she wasn’t fast enough and she gets shot. It was an accident, the hunter mistook her for a cat.

But the bullet is iron.

The pain she feels while she slowly burns and dies while her body tries and fails to heal is excruciating. She screams, and screams. Her voice distorting and multiplying, making even her own brain buzz.

Remus finds her first, dropping to his knees, “Bobby, kid?”

She screams louder.

“Linda.” He says, and he never calls her that, “Linda listen to me, you’ll be okay.”

Linda thrashes as he tries to soothe her. She was shot right below the heart. It has already started to burn from the iron. She won’t live, she knows it.

Remus shakes his head, he can’t let her suffer.

Percy rushes and drops to her own knees, Percy in tow.

“You have to send her.” Remus says slowly.

“I don’t- I do don’t I?”

“You have to.”

“Linda, daughter of Spider prince changeling siren and witch, Lynx Princess, autumn, Tochter Spinne, wife of lake, mother of summer, go home.” Percy says thickly, “And don’t wait for me.”

Linda loses life quickly, but her horrible agonized screaming does quiet.

Remus looks to Percy, “It’s good that you’re already in charge, and even better we’ve sworn to you. But-” He chokes, “There’ll be trouble without Linda.”

Percy nods, looking rather numb.

“You’ll die too now won’t you mom?” Penny speaks up, “Like mama?”

Percy turns, shaking her head, “No. Not while you still need me.”

“Thank you.” Percy whispers.

Percy smiles softly, mechanically, “We had better go tell everyone then.”

-__+__-

Linda looks up from where she lays, big puffy white clouds sit in the blue sky with the sun bright behind her. She registers that she lays in shallow water, and smells the ocean. She turns to realize that she’s on a beach, and wonders idly why the salt in the water doesn’t sting.

She slowly pushes to sit up, glancing around. There’s a forest to her right, and she tilts her head, wondering where she is to begin with.

The afterlife.

She sighs, supposing she would be. She can’t hear Percy, or feel her loved ones’ magic.

Linda pushes to her feet, shoving her wild curls behind her ears. She starts off towards the forest, walking slowly and keeping her senses alert.

She recognizes the trees to be apple trees. Odd.

Linda walks through the forest, catching sigh of a ladder against a tree further ahead. She shrugs, wandering over. Maybe it’s one of her parents, likely her pop, Roman Gauge.

She makes it to the ladder and finds a woman with a mane of fiery hair at the top.

“You’re not my pop.” She says, her voice scratchy and petulant. “If this is the afterlife, why isn’t he here?”

The woman turns and her face twists weird before recognition crosses it. She looks excited and upset at once, as though someone just showed her the lobe of her life, but she realized she couldn’t have them.

“Linda?”

Linda squints up at her, “Who’s askin’?”

“I’m Abbey. Abbey Gauge.”

“Pop’s ma?” She asks, a little confused.

Abbey nods, “They’ll be surprised. What happened sweetheart?”

Abbey blinks up at Abbey, “you look like pop.”

“Thank you.”

“I was shot under my heart by an iron bullet. It was an accident though.” Linda sighs, “But- they’re all here? Right? My dads, and Brian, my uncles, everyone?”

Abbey nods, “But mom’s gonna kill you. It’s so early for you Linda.”

“Well, I didn’t plan to die.” She scoffs, a teasing tone.

“Good. They’re straight ahead.” She points to the left.

Linda grins, “Really?”

“Really Linda.”

“Thank you!” Linda calls, dashing to the direction she was pointed to.

Linda runs as fast as she can, Dizzy and Jax ending up joining her in her run. Well, Jax is flying, but, same thing.

Linda runs smack into Brian, flinging her arms around him. Brian falls flat on his back, stunned.

Jem blinks down at them, he had been talking to Brian, “L-Linda?”

“Jem.” Linda says firmly, burrowing her face into Brian’s chest, “Brian. Oh my god.”

Brian hugs Linda tightly, “Linny? What-”

“Iron is a really horrid way to die B. Zero ten, do not recommend.”

Brian lets out a startled chuckle, “God Linny, you’re early.”

“I already told Abbey, I didn’t plan to die!”

“I should hope not. Virgil’d skin you before anyone else had a chance.”

“I’m glad to see you though.”

“I’m glad to see you too Linda. I just wish you, y’know.”

“I know.”

Brian lays on the ground, hugging Linda, with the biggest smile on his face. Linda has buried her face into her slightly older cousin, smiling brightly. Not that anyone could tell.

“B?” Thomas asks, “Who’s that?”

Brian and Linda stand up, dusting themselves off. Brian grins at his dad.

Linda turns, smiling, “Thomas!”

Thomas barley braces himself before Linda hugs him tightly, throwing herself at him full force. Linda is purring and realizes she has been since she first tore off towards where Abbey pointed her.

“Linny.” Thomas laughs softly, “What happened?”

Linda shakes her head, “Tell you all at once?”

Thomas nods, “You’re so strong. We’re so proud of you.”

“Why, I’m dead.”

“So are we.”

Linda snorts, “But y’all are s’possed to be. Everyone acts like I’m not s’possed to be.”

“Oh Linda, we’re just sad that you’re not with your family anymore.”

“You’re my family.”

“So is Percy.”

“Percy!” Linda tenses, “Oh god, I left her with Penny.”

“Penny?”

“My daughter.”

Brian smiles, “Who’d you think said they wished they’d met us?”

“Would you please move?!” A voice demands.

Linda turns slowly in her uncles arms to see her four men who look mostly like her parents, but very young.

“Are those?”

“Yeah.”

Linda breaks free of Thomas’ arms and sprints towards her parents. Roman, used to this, even now, especially now, picks her up and spins her in a happy circle.

“Kitty girl!” Roman beams, “Oh god, look at you. Look at how pretty my baby is!”

Linda laughs gently, “Po-op.” She whines, “Lemme down, I wanna hug you proper!”

Roman shakes his head, “Nope, my little princess is here, and I’m going to spin her forever!’ He continues to spin her, making her laugh.

“Roman, set her down. I should like to meet my granddaughter properly now.” A woman says.

Linda looks to the woman as Roman sets her down, hugging her from behind.

The woman is clearly a faerie, and almost certainly unseelie. Her hair is long, inky black tendrils that seem to ripple and move. She has glowing purple eyes, much like Virgil’s own. She has skin even paler than Virgil’s, pure white like the snow. Blood red lips. She almost looks like snowhite, if snowwhite made everything feel cold, and dimmed the light just around her.

The woman’s shadow seems sentient, like peter pan’s.

But the voice, she’s heard that voice once in her life, years and years, and years ago.

“Grandmother?” Linda asks, “Is that you?”

The woman nods, smiling softly, “Yes, dear, it is. You can call me as you like, some call me Cara.”

Linda smiles gently, “Grandmother, thank you.”

“What for?”

“Everything.” Linda says softly, “But especially for Penelope.”

“It’s nothing dear. How is she?”

“She was fine when I saw her this morning.”

“She would be taking her mother’s death hard.” Cara says softly, fondly even.

“You-” PAtton chokes.

Linda nods, “I do”

Virgil looks to Linda and surges forward to hug her. “I’m sorry, leaving your child is not easy.”

Linda hugs Virgil back tightly, “No, vati, it isn’t.”

The group hugs and switches places repeatedly. They end up clutching at each other for four hours. Until May shows up.

“Ms. Kitty.”

“Mrs. Kitty actually mamaw.” Linda chirps, sitting up, “Heya!”

May does lecture her, much like everyone predicted. For all of about a minute before she’s crying and Linda is hugging her, having moved quickly again.

-__+__-

That night, at dinner, Linda tells her family what she can.

“My daughter, Penelope, Penny for short, she’s a summer. She’s part wolf, she can speak to canines. The sweetest kid I’ve ever met. She’s got Percy’s green hair, but my skin. And she’s got quicksilver eyes with green in them. She loves art, she often makes us buy her more magenta ink despite the fact she’s using b;lack at the moment.”

“She sounds wild.” Brian grins, “But she’s yours.”

“She won’t hold still long enough to get a braid in her hair, always trying to chase a squirrel.” Linda huffs, “I’m so sorry daddy.”

Patton laughs softly, “It’s okay Linny.”

-__+__-

Not many people can say they even remember what saved the town from the fabled snake king, or that they remember the first Sander family member getting blessed. A few can.

In the town library there’s a series, called love and other fairy tales. The series captures the stories of the Spider Prince and his consorts. There’s a second series, labeled extended tales of fairies and love. A continuation of the first if you will. It still isn’t over, and it fills shelves that keep multiplying.

No one is sure who is writing them. Except, two people.

Bia Whitaman, and the lake Princess, Percy. The two women combined their magic to cast the spell that will write the books for them, under the pen name, Vi.

In the second series, lies every story Brian Sanders ever told, every love felt by not only Logan and his husbands, but their friends. In that series lies Linda’s first love, and her wedding. In that series lies Penny’s first heartbreak that will inevitably happen. And in that series, lies a little of the magic the characters had.

Children still whisper about the snake king in ghost stories. The romantics at heart still fawn over the love that was shared between four powerful men. And mothers still marvel at Dorthoy Sanders’ defending of her children, blood and not.

If anyone cares to know about the characters from the series, because the books can’t capture everything just the most important bits of course, it’s rumored that if you go to the odd clearing with the apple tree at night, that one of four figures will wait for you, ready to answer your questions.

One of them is the Lake princess herself, her green hair ever flowing and blue tinted skin. Another is the summer who is known for looking horribly rotten and smelling rancid, but he’s rumored to have a big heart. A third is Bia Whitaman, her ever black hair inky and wild, her green eyes piercing and kind. The last, is the Wolf Princess, her green hair and silver eyes vigilant and wild.

They’ll tell you many stories.

Maybe you’ll hear about a set of brothers loyal to each other more than to any one else, one of them is a changeling with silver eyes and a big heart, and the other is a human with the kindest soul they’ve ever met. Or they might tell you about a self sacrificing witch who needed to get out of his own head and realize how loved he really was. Or maybe they’ll tell you about the farm boy with an enchanting voice?

Perhaps they’ll tell you about The therapist and the brewer. Or maybe the wild Lynx Princess. Maybe the spiteful but loving old woman. Or the eternally strong Dot and her loving husband Larry. Maybe she’ll tell you about Kai, or Sloane, or Corbin. Maybe the man who took the changeling’s brother’s heart. Maybe the child who tld the best stories.

They will tell you about a storyteller and the lynx princess. They will tell you about the Spider Prince braiding his child’s hair.

But their favorite story to tell, even if it is in writing in the library, will always start with how to get to Whickhills.

Everyone says differently, but the best answer is that you have to listen to your instincts.

#SSB writes #laoft #sanders sides

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